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Feb 23
Always tryna fastforward
Now I'm heading back toward it.
It's last order It's like I'm back sorta.
Running on black soil Rap Royal.
Running Hot I'll make the Gas boil.
They act for it in that glass foyer.
Until it cracks on ya.
Mentally found I'm gonna rap for it.
Don't want no half glory.
You can check all my stats Boyo.
I could turn yo hats foil.
Open that hatch Torah.
Chree
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Chree  30/M/Discovery
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