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Kind Of Like Spitting Share The Road

toes And the death line that's running Through our friends as well as foes And the tree line looks over like a bending ghost As I go down this road of

curled toes And the death line that's running Through our friends as well as foes And the tree line looks over like a bending ghost As I go down this road

benches (Ahh!) Elegant princes come to your senses (Ahh!) I noticed that your one of a kind That's makes you kind of the one I'm, sharing my spaghetti

to stop by and check this out sometime He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys dont know how to rhyme I spit out a line and

to stop by and check this out sometime He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys dont know how to rhyme I spit out a line and