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Dec 2019
Catch me at the house of blues killing all the shows, or catch me out in D.C. setting highs and ending lows, heck, anywhere you catch me, know my soul's gon be around, with a little touch of Marvin Gaye, ****, I like that sound, just blame it on my upbringings and call it how you see, my uptown funk is serious, how you think it's supposed to be, I fool you and I school you, killed the vibe of this sorry sucka, that's what you get when you deal with an Old School *******, from 60s to the 70s I rock to clock g's, getting furious and delirious, this top celebrity, got the old folks jamming, got the young folks jamming, so it's relevant my material is cramming, spamming, slamming, look at me, examine how this **** has to be done, don't have to go all on the radio screaming to have fun, just chill, relax in the sun, and let the old school speak to you, climbing up the charts, it's gon re dominate your visual.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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