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Death adders
Undefined curve near a corner streets you out?
Yet, she's deep ending a system
Corrugated feeds of nimble goes
Foe to foe
Men's only a room she won't wear wrong at
And how you be, while mystery departs
All is asking that question
Not a knowing where to speak about
Eyes in my skeletones be ready as a watch

Doe kiss the timber crawls if water in unfinished business of eight folded paths

Then when I become her phone again
We alone in a park
Nearly hurt by ya

Yelawolf, she distracts in him

I understand your brotha Royce push ya boat off the shore Michael
Ultamators come from no color commentary
Always a dry drip off the coffee chase of press powers
I'ma journalist em

We build 1 Irish genie os for free Sicily girls bob cut from the Louvre
I keep New York painting my apples
Patching my Juliet Society operating system firmware take a nanoscientist Kevin from Japan
Super if the resume

Irish ashed ink well, Billie Holliday never told me I wasn't the same
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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