Went out and had a church of kids
Raising my fingers to critics
I can't ever change without you
He's fingers are tapping to
Man but this ain't no sign language
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
Dear me, in about ten years
I can taste the salt from my tears
You're about ten, i'm sure,
James bond, tom ford outta haute couture
Every night after ten
Flyer than the rest of them
Uhh, its the ten hack commandments
I can teach you all the sounds of love
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