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Here I am, same spot, same time. We're still sittin at this table, but there ain't nothing to dine. For every pretty penny, and every pocket of pence. I'm not wanting a reaction, just some recognition for the places I've went. I'm so tired and I'm so sick. Of these People who follow me, and you don't care, cause you're a **** I put a price on these dice, and asking myself is there more to life....... I guess not. It just feels like I'm going in a circle, you know all I wanted was help but that would be ******* miracle. Back in, back out, this body is losing But you don't give a **** just back to abusing. With weights on these shoulders, it feels like I'm carrying boulders. My life, my love, my family, I wear it like a glove, and everytime push comes to shove, I'll walk free and release the white dove. So hand on the passion fruit with Lil extra passion, Add some Henny and **** and let's get back to crashing. The faces of the people who I've lost along the way. But if you gotta lil bitty problem just say, You know I won't listen cos this is promo. We'll be laughin like a Matrix cos this ***** in slow mo.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 5:11 AM UTC
The Promo Field
Here I am, same spot, same time. We're still sittin at this table, but there ain't nothing to dine. For every pretty penny, and every pocket of pence. I'm not wanting a reaction, just some recognition for the places I've went. I'm so tired and I'm so sick. Of these People who follow me, and you don't care, cause you're a **** I put a price on these dice, and asking myself is there more to life....... I guess not. It just feels like I'm going in a circle, you know all I wanted was help but that would be ******* miracle. Back in, back out, this body is losing But you don't give a **** just back to abusing. With weights on these shoulders, it feels like I'm carrying boulders. My life, my love, my family, I wear it like a glove, and everytime push comes to shove, I'll walk free and release the white dove. So hand on the passion fruit with Lil extra passion, Add some Henny and **** and let's get back to crashing. The faces of the people who I've lost along the way. But if you gotta lil bitty problem just say, You know I won't listen cos this is promo. We'll be laughin like a Matrix cos this ***** in slow mo.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 5:11 AM UTC
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