I spitting bars the metronome the money machine
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
I can't keep running away
The truth but thats the way
And if i'm down with this banging shit
Got the passion for the music
In the face of the outside.
Me and my dogs we on the same flight
The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her
Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/
For those whey no fit dey fix son
The bigger the the fun
In the heat of the summer,
That damier bag i bought her
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