My thoughts… Are insane! Slang the street’s vain: Novocain feelings! Drown “h2o” in the sink, why I’m I still living? Feature me: an tell the Devil you’re not on my team. Drain the blood of love.. Knights with armor thugs selling drugs… life getting harder middle man with a heart: honors commas.. Homicide to being on mamas side. Drugs never made me say goodnight. Narcotics “saliva” top shelf as a lair… Capsule your soul guarding the block, like a castle… filled with knocks: door frame answer the phone. Digits to the scale put a stop to your life going to Hell exit people bought! Weather of hail Souls with show cash “flow” vocals, stand out bold life is Loco so I smoke minds that let go: Wasted weed cherry o’ galaxy will have better goals “medical.” medicinal use: stared off as a youth. Just read what I have to say lets escapes old days!!! Streets holds sonority balance out fame (hobby days in the streets) Schematics will showcase attics.. higher than heaven curfew turned in to A.M… Slanging the streets to Satan seduces my craving..
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