Reach? nah, got Halo (OG)

I woke up on the floor again. Without the senses to mince this shit fit, outta my system, bitch. I craved the mark you'd bare, if even you chose to listen unfairly. The caring of the pairing you always shared to dare say it's a completely fake waste of space. Would have taken it anyway. Let's be late for today. Lazy and hanging, fixes the sweet beat that's banging and taming the gaming fix to split my tricks for your last pitch. I fucking called it. Got the mix, let's maybe catch up a bit? Without the fuck that leaves us wanting to stay stuck in the muck, that plucks us right up. Ya, can't trust us. Maybe the next one, will be a must to lust over the cuck that actually gave a fuck. Trust me bud.