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Gold can hold its weight but you can’t hold your own Fools coin in your purse, I think I, found who cast the first stone Ten years older and you still don’t live on your own Bottomless cup but you never filled it Take your emotions and, bottle up I hope you, “bottoms up” till you lose feeling Cheap whisky made you  warm up Bet I got you thinkin as if it matters anymore, boy you’re sweatin’ Spilt your cup, I got you pouring Most the time this sites annoying, buncha pent emotion placed aside like a toy, that barrel of feelings is pulsing The slump ain’t the issue, just don’t stay it, correct your posture and keep pushing off the pavement, It’s time I dip, my toll is your time and thank you for the payment
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
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Gold can hold its weight but you can’t hold your own Fools coin in your purse, I think I, found who cast the first stone Ten years older and you still don’t live on your own Bottomless cup but you never filled it Take your emotions and, bottle up I hope you, “bottoms up” till you lose feeling Cheap whisky made you  warm up Bet I got you thinkin as if it matters anymore, boy you’re sweatin’ Spilt your cup, I got you pouring Most the time this sites annoying, buncha pent emotion placed aside like a toy, that barrel of feelings is pulsing The slump ain’t the issue, just don’t stay it, correct your posture and keep pushing off the pavement, It’s time I dip, my toll is your time and thank you for the payment
Hey you, don’t turn around, boi Vulture’s keeping an 👁 on you from SoundCloud 😂
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
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