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Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made. If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave so I'll look beautiful in my silent sepulchur
, look at this hell that I have made If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave So that I will look beautiful in my silent sepulcher
hotline, and pay $29.99? shit, Well damn, Why aint you say so, Take this check and ass, Gotta multiply all my pesos And eraise my number out the phones of these fake hoes, Ill take
our lungs Raisin the guns, knowin; My day'll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, chips in the field of fortune Dead
niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding d's of a classic mob hit Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects Niggaz in the lab taking
the needle to stick in your vein Can't wait for the poison to kill all the pain You buy your cheap ticket to take a short ride That beautiful flower
life to the street from the mouth Those ruby red lips have much to give Pull life from the land with your capable hands Those life loving, beautiful,
Breathe life to the street from the mouth Those ruby red lips have much to give Pull life from the land with your capable hands Those life loving beautiful
that wine she gurgle Got her actin? terrible And that ass is durable Had her bent over in the Bentley convertible The girl was beautiful, my flow was
karma, same mama Is it different? The only difference is me I see inside the truth Feel bad you don't know the day gon' come When God has taken you I
out of joint The black sun has risen And the river of words Is flowing on through The cages of tradition And they're handing out emptiness Well, take
So strange yet we're so well acquainted I let the music speak, with no restraints I let my feelings take over Carry my soul away into the world Where beauty
arms You've swallowed your revolution You've sold your gift The walking dead are all made up of plastic skin The walking dead all force their smiles
sick I want you now and I don't t care why You crazy beautiful butterfly And it could take all night to get a single thing right It could take all day
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smell of life filled the air And the sun gave constant energy To my once dead spirit The magnificence of this paradise Told a wonderful tale about a creation Taking
