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Til a blunt go stunt somewhere in the midst of a killer,
Arguing back and forth no nightly new dilemma,
Addressing class action as it goes through the funk,
Ice picking skulls at the scent of the blunt,
Whats next to my future than innocence,
But an evil Im involved there brand continue me,
Ice cream villages in the wet piedra roads,
Nightpole taverns rest deep in the cold,
Complacent with walls that faith upon lakes,
Gravitating it all in knuckles of pain,
Name one time I had with U,
Falling blizzards missing dew,
Ice cycles thread tears forbidden,
Gifted rivals match cinch to indigent,
Safe from invading coons in the house,
Holding to attachments awaiting the cloud.
