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Ain't a possible reason I can think of
It's no one's fault but my own, it's the path I've chosen to go
Til' I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick
There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths
And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you, right at you
I've tried in this department, but I ain't had no luck with this
'Cause you just did the impossible, gained my trust