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Packs an Rovers **** corona No chance our whole lives I love when sticks hit my lips marijuana cigarettes I stay high If it's not from covid I'm dead, locked away, or passed from natural reasons The odds are no there The odds have me dead The odds have me homeless starved or locked in the penetentary It's a gift and blessing I might defy God and fullfil my destiny "This my Grammy My Oscar My Emmy This my Nobel Prize My cover of Forbes My Medal of Honor"
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Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
"Odds..." By: Z-Pac
Packs an Rovers **** corona No chance our whole lives I love when sticks hit my lips marijuana cigarettes I stay high If it's not from covid I'm dead, locked away, or passed from natural reasons The odds are no there The odds have me dead The odds have me homeless starved or locked in the penetentary It's a gift and blessing I might defy God and fullfil my destiny "This my Grammy My Oscar My Emmy This my Nobel Prize My cover of Forbes My Medal of Honor"
The Odds
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Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
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