I'm less for the times stuck in rhymes where the blind lead the blind peeping through blinds code red the code read too close we shoot first on approach left with notes suicide by testing the inches skin darker than guinness tennis only his shoes life only the blues where choices only a few blunt birds kids on the curb time and a bullet everything flue sick to my stomach words tasting like vomit where do you plummet coming from the bottom best phrase who got em! games played game ran chasing bread toaster in hand gun don't jam music do hundred round drum sound musical who are you brownie points we petty the fool it's laughable stuck in the zone money feel attachable fatal shyt never married title read I guess she miss!
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