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Opm

I've been sittin' here all night long I've been sittin' here for way too long Will somebody tell me what's goin' on Will somebody tell me what I'm doin

I Beilive I Believe Have you ever you ever reached a rainbow's end And did you find your pot of gold Ever catch a shooting star Tell me how high did

catch us slipin and try shoots us we??®e looters of virgin walls the no gutters writers reign supreme on the street art scene my team goes by the OPM

15 minutes with you and I want to slit my wrists I can't believe we used to kiss I can't believe I used to put up with, all of your bullshit I remember

No use crying over spilt milk I bring her flowers and we watch them wilt Naturally built theres nothing store bought I ought to thank her folks for what

Rico so you know that I be diggin' it And if the bottle's empty then you know that I been swiggin' it Hittin' it And now the party's legit Heinas getting licked, shakin' the booties and tits We the OPM

I'm tellin' you Picture this another Monday morning You go to work, but you don't know why you're goin' Everyday it's just the same, it's stupid and boring

{Yo What's up What's up dog What's up homeboy so you got those sweaters huh That's right What's the quality of the fabric It's the finest Alright when

through the streets of cali we just rollin we just strollin we just running to the next destination nowhere to go nowhere to be just an everday thing for OPM