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Jan 2012
Im elevated higher.. but im not a flyer...I rather run...cuz that takes more muscle which means a lot more fun...Feet on the ground head up in clouds, Body in the gutter hormones screamin out loud...Thoughts to my vision...concept to my posion...juxstaposition...placed in mutiple postions...Catch me Im a fool...Baby oil smooth...Thousond island's nasty but which one will I choose...Mayo can you Katchup...Mix us theres the Match up...Pick up sticks with fidle sticks...I sing a mean back up...Couldy water that i drink..Couldy visions that i think...WAY up in the atmosphere...There is no way that we can link...One two different levels...A higher song with terible...You can keep the lower bass...Thats just vibrators in your face...Sing me songs in harmoney...found my perfect melody...in this higher levated state...I wish some *** heads could relate....
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Quentin Briscoe
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