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Stay with shell, guts and trails techs, tape decks. 808's an gals my trains on snowy tracks gada blow off the rails Tony Montanan man my little friend yells under the ground your little friend dwells hasta manana friend, iIll see you around 12 with 12 in the gauge on the dial sun swells you can rest in this pain we both burn in hell
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
Scar Face
Stay with shell, guts and trails techs, tape decks. 808's an gals my trains on snowy tracks gada blow off the rails Tony Montanan man my little friend yells under the ground your little friend dwells hasta manana friend, iIll see you around 12 with 12 in the gauge on the dial sun swells you can rest in this pain we both burn in hell
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Feb 8, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
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