The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
The discuss section is fuckin wrecked. someone email amir the god about this.
Fuck being counterfeit
Man fuck this shit
For tryin' to communicate through a song
Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you
It always lasts, forever true.
Life's tryin to lap you
Doesn't matter if the score is true
Straight bad bitches i run, through
You were the friend that kept me true,
You were the friend that kept me true,
I can't ever change without you
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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