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May 2014
I'm exposing you, I'm bigger than that, so I am over you. My payment for respect is far over due, and you know its true. Went from chasing you, to being used, my love for the game, left me confused. I ain't amused. Now that I know what its like to be you, I kinda hate me too. That promise, you can keep it. I'll hold on to The Secret. I been there, already seen it, now, I'm more interested in the scenic. The haters is anemic, don't even think they mean it. They just see a chance and mean-it. Between them, the gimmez and the gimmicks, everyone body is a mimics, getting more jealous by the minute.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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