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The streets are paved with ***** sticky sweet on bare feet I made Lemy laugh over a light, under the over cast sky Broken bones stab through coble stone scales towers old as time Where's the crime? Ha, cops don't have guns if you can out run them your in the clear I’ll drag those cases, it pays yah.
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
Co-ed rooms don't mean co-ed showers. Whoops.
The streets are paved with ***** sticky sweet on bare feet I made Lemy laugh over a light, under the over cast sky Broken bones stab through coble stone scales towers old as time Where's the crime? Ha, cops don't have guns if you can out run them your in the clear I’ll drag those cases, it pays yah.
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
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