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Broken Records Wolves

we sit in the dark, And we dare quietly, For the end. And when the sun goes cold And the rain begins to burn Then the wolves will come out Then the wolves

lock My attic full of automatic weapons of assualt The streets live in us, I think I broke a guinness Last year I took the record robbin' forty dealers Dancin' with the wolves

loose pins now I stand to breath as not to disturb the*PLUMMAGE and I know that's not a story, it no longer turns my stomach hollering wolves in the

you drink a couple of fortys and twist phillys (phillys) That y'all is bout to take over the game, bitch really? (bitch really?) You goin broke tryna

nearly metamorph castle loose pins now I stand to breath as not to disturb the ??? and I know that's not a story, it no longer turns my stomach hollering wolves

gone run and get your order form Next time I record a song gon put my daughter on Cause she realla than most niggas I tote trigga For you broke nigga

My attic full of automatic weapons of assualt The streets live in us, I think I broke a guinness Last year I took the record robbin' forty dealers Dancin' with the wolves