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Jan 10
Lookin for a piece of Americana.
All these chicks on me about to neuralize em.
Put one hundred on speech now I'm turning cyphers.
I made something to preach while yall were burning bibles.
Mixed the sun and the sea and put it into writing.
Digging tunnels to breathe "There's nobody like me."
You don't have to like me..
I'd save you in a second, faster than a WRRRR on a record.
I'm Growing out the dirt like a weapon.
I wrote the blueprint that turns your curse into blessings.
Yes the quirks are impressive.
Take you to Church? Since the birth of New Mecha.
Got my foot to the pedal on route to the devil.
Commute communes and then just shoot through the heavens.
Chree
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Chree  30/M/Discovery
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