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Pen to the pad Let my sins drive So you know I'm about to crash Hammers flash Leave your body drunk with no flask Corpses stink like a skunk that ripped *** So the last thing you want to do is put your ego first Or you'll be swallowing dirt This is reality for some kids More likely to see a casket than college All we know how to do is spread out shattered mentality like pollen The season of fall is like nature shedding tears for the fallen So I put this pen to the pad And my soul in these verses To try and obliterate these curses
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
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Pen to the pad Let my sins drive So you know I'm about to crash Hammers flash Leave your body drunk with no flask Corpses stink like a skunk that ripped *** So the last thing you want to do is put your ego first Or you'll be swallowing dirt This is reality for some kids More likely to see a casket than college All we know how to do is spread out shattered mentality like pollen The season of fall is like nature shedding tears for the fallen So I put this pen to the pad And my soul in these verses To try and obliterate these curses
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
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