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I Am Not That Chiick That I Was Before You Will Never Let Me Guess My Bags Are By The Door I've Really Had Enough This Shit Will Gotta To End Here We

Couplet 1 : Moi, ma planete est Net Je viens pecher en ligne chaque jour J'ai le coeur a la fete Quand ma boite message me dit bonjour Je peux faire

, getting up when the rooster blow [Lil Flip] I remember Kangaroos and afro curls, always running after girls Trying to sneak in Natural World, BB gun shooting at the squirrels Candy red

things to lead to something so much bigger than me back in the everyday where we struggle just to stay out of the red why are we killing ourselves for each other

a man life Put him in the sleeper, like the reaper nigga I'll have you pushing up daisies, like a gardener Head covered in red, like St. Louis Cardinals

-routed on the first day of this month's Armageddon. Writing apeeches with unleavened pencil. Rewrite the scrolls of history. In the dark with a flashlight whispering to myself, and the other

my birthday (hey!) Let's go, rest mo', get slowed I'm like "f hoes", they metroed, I'm petroed Get blowed by your girl like red nose And every single

Black Star shine and never darken (???) enlarging, hard margin, hard margin So what if I rise and start sparkin? From never foolin lofty ass gardens Rock your whole head, code red

where he thought it was the best made a home in the wilderness he built a cabin and a winter store and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore and the other