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I.T.S. nothing, A nickel get wrong I’m right I’m buzzin,
Pour up like I.T.S. nothing, what you’ve created is something,
But now U trumping, at least eyes see funny,
Renouncing the dummy,
The twisted fate of charms just gone,
The conceding factor he wants her home,
Pour up like I.T.S. nothing, away from the country,
PPL know her secret so he continues to pluck it,
Now U want to leave the city into a town,
No one knows your name, No one knows your down,
And U serve that to me, I warned U to believe,
Can’t truss a Bay area U want to conceive.
