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Apr 2020
You better stop it
Something unexpected
Might just end up injuring you
A press in a step
A footprint permanently stained
Might just end up with things railing off
You better stop it
Look what you’re doing to me
My drive is alluding your well being
You’re on my ***
Ready to backstab me
I’m not driving for revenge
You better rearrange your lane
Because if you don’t I’ll check you
You better stop it
Driving me crazy
Bullet
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