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I work hard & play harder, expressing my magna carter Give and take in life, you should see expressions when we barter It’s the code of ethics,Artistrythe message Quote the reference cause I been known to show the people who the best is Leave you restless, have you wondering and asking questions Taking notes it’s a thin line, anorexic My manifesting counting blessings, mount the back of aggression And tame the beat with my sessions from my adolescence Now I’m grown dog, game of chess playing leap frog Where the contenders, too quick to surrender, claim me the winner In other words its competition versus me and beginner Just a side with my dinner, been hot from day one, straight through the winter Walk with my chin up, built from the chin-ups This is my get up, that I flex when I sit-up, Some used to call me narcissistic, I guess that’s realistic Cause appearance means everything, put that on your wish list Handle my business, even if it means getting me twisted I risk it, I’m on the rise you soft as bisquick that’s ironic isn’t it That’s the same biscuit. Who the next in line? I know you got a vest fine Ye, that ***** **** ill, right next to mine
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
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I work hard & play harder, expressing my magna carter Give and take in life, you should see expressions when we barter It’s the code of ethics,Artistrythe message Quote the reference cause I been known to show the people who the best is Leave you restless, have you wondering and asking questions Taking notes it’s a thin line, anorexic My manifesting counting blessings, mount the back of aggression And tame the beat with my sessions from my adolescence Now I’m grown dog, game of chess playing leap frog Where the contenders, too quick to surrender, claim me the winner In other words its competition versus me and beginner Just a side with my dinner, been hot from day one, straight through the winter Walk with my chin up, built from the chin-ups This is my get up, that I flex when I sit-up, Some used to call me narcissistic, I guess that’s realistic Cause appearance means everything, put that on your wish list Handle my business, even if it means getting me twisted I risk it, I’m on the rise you soft as bisquick that’s ironic isn’t it That’s the same biscuit. Who the next in line? I know you got a vest fine Ye, that ***** **** ill, right next to mine
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Dec 28, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
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