Steady when leaving the door
Smacked in the face way too many times before
This ashtray lives like you
My dear it’s time to give it up
He is too good at stalking
Eye’s follow the lights
With these sights and bangs
We try to hide away
The only good thing is the state of my shoes
No holes but big knots
Got half a brick in my bag
Just so it looks heavy
Always have a full bag of baccy
Just to look sound
Do you know it’s real?
Did you know I filmed it?
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