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Atmosphere Headshots Se7En

cursin it I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and sippin it Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' shit So here I sit, inside my atmosphere

(It's always good to have that instrumental) - Looking forward to it - Very much so. - Looking forward to it. - Very much so. Take my hand; Take my

(7 Summers Old Lovely Like I Told...) I Know A Lotta People But Not Many That I Trust And Outta Those I Trust Not Many I Would Touch They Say I Talk

You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses. Now what came to my ears, a low dull sound such as a watch makes when wrapped

Tomorrow's forecast (flurries motherfucker) snowman in full effect so play the odds out till April the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples

Wise men couldn't see it in their dreams But up rose the poets from the speed cleans And the weed fiends, speakings dissected Deciphered by the undernourished

(Get Down) Round and round, upside down Living my life underneath the ground [repeated] I never had the skills that it took to sell weed I was too generous

[Slug] I wanna follow the footprints across my lover's stomach I wanna call out her name before I plummet I wish I had a map of the terrain so I could

(feat. Mr. Gene Poole) [Mr. Gene Poole] The loveliest sound coming out to yo' system I spark to get y'all off to a good start Show me some heart, walk