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Day by day slippin, trippin, crippin, flipin the fuck out. Livin in crime, a cell for a house, gettin letters from dames, some bringin me pain, some bringin a smilebut either way it goes i'm locked for a while. But no regret, no fear, I miss the set, but no tear. I never cry, water the eye, let emotion fly, but i live to die, the dishonored samori. From a fucked up wife, pain sharper then a knife, in a fucked up life. Does that sound like depression? Maybe I'm historically regression, livin in the past so I fast, foward to spitin workds thats absurd fuckin rappers verbs ouyt like turds to the curbs, ya heard? OK maybe I'm just a tad crazy, but Laura, you'z my lady, my baby, holdin it down as my zany, modeling dame, tryin to tame, my stupid ass brain, I'll never forget your name, as long as I live, fuck it, maybe I'll get it tatooed on my rib, but on the left cuz I hold youclose to my chest, to my heart, wanted to abduct you from the start, but only if you waz willin, fuck I just wanted to make pancakes, and be chillin, in the tropical, but I guess that's shockable, you wanted to stay, I wanted to drive far away, rollin on the exstacy, and drunk off bacardi, but what a nic way to meet, and not u closer to me then family on the street. I love u girl, you so sweet. |
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