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Newz (from the sol)

Shady eyes, Shady times Im not sure if im fine Got lies and lines laid out Like what the fuck Ima rewind time Pay dont rise, paying fines School only taught me to align its lies, so i did lines railed out like ima rewind time; kill this clout Eighty nights, bubbly fine Killin lines, killin my Empty nights, bubbly like Killin ryhmes, killin myself Became fine in this blue life i laid out But what the fuck im in a drought In the muck, bout to sell out my soul to the devil, but im not ready now, its a buyers market And i need a lot for my soul to darkin Trying to get in my pocket? ... ya just sharkin Try to harkin back to the old days Might be a farce when forest fires alarm us of incoming disaster Were caught in its larson Stealing from the earth like they bought it Maybe were brought in by those who've fought sin By the lawful, justice but rarely applauded By those who other dimensions have allotted us Maybe were caught in an ascension Too much for some men to mention In these shady times. shady nights Wth lies n lines laid out to hold minds in detention. What the fuck, time to rewind time Go back to the new dimension
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