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Chill out check out the burlaps sack
With the girl
That I snap back yeah
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Had my ups and downs from cups and crowns to humble pie crumble cry and mumble wise
A a man's going with be so swol
He wears two walking cash shoes I guess as real she were stolen
So I'm gifts tosin from the wrist like a disgus
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Discussing the reasons to even the odds
And hold the reins to the chariot of the proletary
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Hopefully we'll all build a peace but the kill the seas builded the beast declared and danger still decrease