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Jan 2017
sloppy,**
I dropped  the ****
Woops, hey now  I haven't touched your speed.
Slow down,
The codines around
Don't frown, the acid will make me into a clown
Lost now,
I'm running around
Somehow
10 miles off the ground
But I'll come down
I allways do
The drugs never last as long as you do
So let the  heynas hackle  from the street side
I may be ****** up but I'm not the one whos dead inside
*******. **** your fear of my  problems.  
**** your  "passion" for solving them
I am who I've made myself and if your going to **** with a man who's gotten to where he is solely from his determination to succeed through hardship
Your going to have to try harder
Death-throws
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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