Ask me what you see,
I'm gonna force you
Back in the days you said you watched the workshop
Wings of a bird
We came here for short lives
It's a game of...but no darts
You see these balls, but no walls
Anybody looks but judges with no eyes
You have a good life and you borned high
So deep, so chill , so envy
Go will, so sk**, my pimpy
Wait behind the walls and then report the laws
To you all , let you move all
Let you smooth all
District of our shooter
First street, don't mind if I rull her
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That's what, that's what i thought
This is about heads
Now we talk to dumb-dumbs
Then we get confused where the poetry comes from
I was raised by work,son
This nature is real
They go warm
We'll gonna get that all day long
First we hit it small
Before we sake it on