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dogs on a factory wall let out primative call oh love don't let me fall oh love don't let me fall from paris to syria from edinburgh, bogata girls cry cos boys die boys cry cos girls die vanity haunting me vanity haunting me we'll wait for you yeah we wil

had alot of fun, we had are little dates The kids that went from skateboarding into lower hate So I be training at this music at growing rate Alex b keaton I'am never seeing the growing pains Because I'm so awake my eyelids are mad at me I live for family that

wizzy stackin gettin tipsy Already killed 20 drinks but feel like nothins in me Got a girl named molly hottie hollas just to lick me Fingerprints of bitterness are f***ing me up quickly Rolled out swingin for the fence you know like griffy On the runway bridges off m

think were fools sitting on the corner, Older you get the more like your father, The more I drink the more like my brother, Seem to have picked up on a callus trait, Hate people who think there life is a drama, Making in jokes about americana, Amusing myself

Miles From The City of Dope -Andre Nickatina its been a cold winter that means heat for a real Sinner who wanna live like a bread winna i fly low like a blind bird they say on the way to heaven man you chauffered i think i wear white cash mear coat if its 20 below i only live 8 mile