Men

Everybody’s reaching in their pockets

I’m in a room full of narcissists

And they all love narcotics

And they all move robotic

And they all have on masks

And they all let their hair down

Before the rocket blasts

Then they all make regrets

And they all know what’s next

And they all love their wives

And will swear this was just sex

And they all have daughters

That they can’t look in the eye

Because they all play the game

That’ll make their daughters cry

When they all grow up

And their hearts get broken

So they all lash out

And their inner hoe gets woken

But for now it’s all just fun

And they’ve turned off their brains

They’re just tryna get high

Before they put the mask on again

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