But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!
You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,
Lookin' for these better days
Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,
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