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May 2018
pappi ain't got no shoes, no how. that's how you float.
chip a tooth on the moon. and you gots yourself a lawsuit.
sleep with stella, and dangle.
she got a roof you cain't trust.
you got a barn full of blind owls.
and nothin' ain't right 'til you leff it -
where you found
the ******
thing.

and that's not a ruse, it's just ridiculous.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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       Hannah Marr, SPT and Third Eye Candy
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