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Feb 2016
Stay with shell, guts and trails
techs, tape decks. 808's an gals
my trains on snowy tracks
gada blow off the rails
Tony Montanan man
my little friend yells
under the ground your little friend dwells
hasta manana friend, iIll see you around 12
with 12 in the gauge
on the dial sun swells
you can rest in this pain
we both burn in hell
BLitZeD
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