His edgy fantasy slowly takin'
I compliment you with your conversation
We were livin a fantasy
Fuck fame, fuck money
Ye too, but what em did was silly
The final fatality,
This is your last chance, your final warning.....
The feds slower than a can pouring
I can't tell reality from fantasy
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though
Now i'm working on a final project i can show
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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