It’s crazy to think since the day I know you,
Masks on masks,
Even the P.I’s couldn’t uncover you.
Yeah I came back and you still ain’t have that flow
‘tasteless’ just like your penne pesto.
Yeah maybe am the one who over analyses,
But since I dropped you off,
You are suffering from an identity crisis.
You ain’t no fine dining,
So stop faking that cuisine,
Your mouth all spitting,
Like you suffering from COVID-19.
You sniffing on lies like it’s cocaine,
I know cause I’ve seen your lil heart’s insane.
You tried falling on me like acid rain,
Made my heart yellow but it’s fighting the pain.
Yeah I know I took a little time to understand your mind games,
Got you dropped off like an extra bag on the plane,
So let me celebrate this victory with a glass of champagne,
Cause nobody was ever made,
To top my REIGN!
– Moksh Gauti