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To all the girls that I loved before Lord I need your strength in the midst's of this storm Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C4 We itchin' to kill that's why we spittin' the real Look this kinda sound like a poem This is the warmest moment of a poet turned heroic But I know you see exactly where the bottles is going No man can withstand the pressure I be blowin