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Aug 22
She loves me
Broken manner
Wistful planner
Hoping there's a different outlook for missing dappers
Doubtful touting of lasting effects
Dumb luck
A buff in missing info
With stuff that hit your kin folk
Of course
Many years ago they use to just shoot you
Or really just abuse you
For the sake of making fruitful music
Unabashed muffled trash succotash
Suckin *** or any of thirty Playin ***** got your head hurting
Weak flex to see next In a week you be seein texts
Once again the one guy that can change things hedges his bets
Or rather doesnt take stance
You're better off getting your news from hollywood plants
That's just the way it all goes
Every goon in town is now aimin at your nose
I got one last message to say to all you clowns \
I'll never let a bird get the best of flicking turds
And now we confused by the way it looks
It's rare we find a happy medium and either way we're cooked
The art of crafting hypersonic aircrafts I wrote the book
The first two lines into the preface
You're already hooked
Nak
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Nak  2000
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