Fm110comphodent
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CATEGORY
life
Paid to go to sleep, Pain to crack the fleet
Sometimes U got to take 1 day at a time
Dirt Road, Brown trees,
Does this end come to peace in a rhyme?
The Holograms I Text 2 You
As I walk through the terrain,
I’m still the same G,
But outside you paint,
Don’t you just appreciate this type,
Ape click in the Hype,
U lied again,
So I’ll make it Right.
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