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I want all the smoke, I want it so bad that the smoke is as thick as custard. I brought the mustard and the utensils. Im on the side of living well, cant you tell. Dont the words support me, heck dont they support you. There is no falling back on this one. We are warriors, burned by life and resurrected as a phoenix.
Boom, boom, boom. You hear they drum you bum. Roll around in the beat and let it sink deep. I want your vagrancy to only know that now is our time and whether I had to rhyme so by hook or crook, you are going to get it, all of it.
