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Lemme set fire to your home. Call the fuzz, I'll pick it out my navel and run. You'll never catch my intent cuz it's way over the foul line and into the nosebleeds.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
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Lemme set fire to your home. Call the fuzz, I'll pick it out my navel and run. You'll never catch my intent cuz it's way over the foul line and into the nosebleeds.
ruth-forberg
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
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