Angelique
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Finally, finally, finally
I'm out the gate
Looking back is same as it's too late
George Floyd, the name of George Floyd
Applebees in a thunderstorm
The waitress carried the baby
And I was on a cigarette
Bartender tried to flip and broke the glass
And everyone looked at the midday rain
Angelique you're my freak every week
Queen of what I mean crossed legged room right
Peeling a tangerine
This is not a Fox News covert operation
The virus is conceit and deceit
If you wanna be a racist
Can you think for yourself?
Can you live by the golden rule?
You're just a sad child without the wolfpack
Walmart
Saw the crawling cobra
Hand grenades and neon red eyes of resident police
Angelique
She is care aware, a little removed, a little right there
Outwards a baddie, inwards a saddie
Sphinxlike repose make you tell
All I can do is the best that I can
Sorry Nina, sorry Gen, sorry Sobriquet
It's time to be myself today
False prophets and wars
And rumors of wars
Acetaminophen you later
I heard you cough behind the painting on the wall
She has a hungry tiger tattoo down the side of her
All on my arms a bunch of scratches
Said you'd like to look at them again
One is dumb, two is fun
Angelique you're my freak every week
Queen of what I mean crossed legged room right
Peeling a tangerine