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Feb 12
I guess I think I changed.
I guess I got the wings.
Ya when I'm in the paint.
They think I'm insane.
On every single play.
Ya this is not a game.
Rap hitting like grenades.
Last griddy on the way
So when I dance
Grab a hundred bands.
Throw it into space.
Old hundreds in the bank.
Ya I can order out the place.
Immortals getting ganked.
But don't you worry about me.
Because I'm gonna be great.
Are you feeling okay?
Do you feel a type of way?
When I'm sitting at the tabe.
drip Steak on BΓ©arnaise.
Drip straight out the lake.
Drip they sound amazing.

Ursus
Chree
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Chree  30/M/Discovery
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