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| oh hi, im that guy, built so fly in a silk bow tie | |
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| don't know why i'm built so fly but i am no lie, on my. | |
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| rolled by on a low ride Huffy sitting on the pegs, shelltoes puffy cuff rolled up to my calf class out the ass bad with the swag like buffy | |
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| Gotta be the one to bite the bullet i'm sinner but i bet I coulda been a better man I wanna be zen. but I go sipping on some medicine instead of meditating but I get when i can | |
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| I don't wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt-liquor, bitter cause i never got a call telling me that it's all figured out i'm sick of doubt but i'm looking at the wall | |
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| part of me was hoping to be caught up in the moment and to be open to the good and the God in me but i got a labotomy and i get that I oughtta become a bit of an oddity. | |
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