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Jul 2019
Slammin' bones, telephones
Way the aim goes up, up
From this bowl we will sup, smoke
Drug, comrade, we stood in the rain
Comrade, brother, always faithful
Mojim drugovima, I feel ya'
Grozny snacks, lessons learned in brass
Cold cash, runs the **** thing
Float like a butterfly and sting, sting, sting
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Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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