In mix with ghetto vibes. Quest for tribes. No kidding. This ain't *********
Jokes aside. The mental child
Is blessed with fellow child.
Love forever wild.
Like jokers in a poker hand.
Devil smiles.
Angels cry. And smoke turns into broken sand...
Jokes in hand.. laughing at the rental man.
Naw debt man. We got credits in hand.
No debt to lend.
We got plenty man...
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
In mix with ghetto vibes. Quest for tribes. No kidding. This ain't *********
Jokes aside. The mental child
Is blessed with fellow child.
Love forever wild.
Like jokers in a poker hand.
Devil smiles.
Angels cry. And smoke turns into broken sand...
Jokes in hand.. laughing at the rental man.
Naw debt man. We got credits in hand.
No debt to lend.
We got plenty man...
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