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Feb 2021
No, don't, girl, I can't be, my apologies to the family
Just you, no plan B, we'll work it out, why can't we?
I'ma leave you to the gods, let this drop, do you feel me now?
I drip and race with the sauce
Since then I ain't leavin' the house, I keep up my guards
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Dazai
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