Please release this
Spirit fire burning like **** in a blunt
Blueberry this time
My mind already red
Eyes already red
Her time was far ahead of mine
meaning she saw it far before me
Meet me there
Left obstacles
I fell
Left it wrong
its okay
M.O. Live so long
Can't lie
I won't die
Can't Lie
I can't get fried
The "choppa" was out of my mind
I laughed as you died
As I got shot and fell down and saw you die I laughed
Relate the debate correlates the human mind is strange.
Not dead, just maintained
Getting up and going deranged
Making money on top of your strange
Days are over, the grass is green on all sides, flourished.
Death and rebirth, words again coming, cracking through the skull of the pioneer who meditates on the mandated flow in place.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
Please release this
Spirit fire burning like **** in a blunt
Blueberry this time
My mind already red
Eyes already red
Her time was far ahead of mine
meaning she saw it far before me
Meet me there
Left obstacles
I fell
Left it wrong
its okay
M.O. Live so long
Can't lie
I won't die
Can't Lie
I can't get fried
The "choppa" was out of my mind
I laughed as you died
As I got shot and fell down and saw you die I laughed
Relate the debate correlates the human mind is strange.
Not dead, just maintained
Getting up and going deranged
Making money on top of your strange
Days are over, the grass is green on all sides, flourished.
Death and rebirth, words again coming, cracking through the skull of the pioneer who meditates on the mandated flow in place.
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