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Yeah an old soul for real
I didn't ask of the feel
Would you ever stay still
To forsake go, will I kill
serve the wine praying to stay filled
Yeah am fool stuck up in the hill
Stared,ought me to be chill
But *** it hold up till cop a pill
Will the truth gets to spill
On the lies it had to fill
big man will I ever catch a milli
Or stay a cookie
Tell me wachu thinking?
For once self, just try to listen
Maybe its not telling
Thus far can ya tell me quarter half part of your hearin
I lost you at 6
Already found you at 3
I lost me thinking thin
Might find me cause its near
