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Kind Of Like Spitting A Thought From The Kitchen Floor

I can't lie. There's a hole in my life that leaves me feeling like killing, the sound of my voice. The shrill screams aren't passing quite as fast as

I can't lie. There's a hole in my life that leaves me feeling like killing, the sound of my voice. The shrill screams aren't passing quite as fast as

lastin' longer than a Doracell battery To the lessons of clock, got pin and a cock Got two and a half non-stop and the door ain't locked I'm out of line like a

Throw in a box like some caps at a hop-scotch game I cop drops mane, come peep what I whip whore A 62, got it jumpin like a 6-4 Soon as I hit tour, brrr