your own medicine
I want you to taste your own medicine you try to feed Me you say you love me but don't want me at the same time that's like a pimp with hos and a thug turning into a certified Christian my mind is blank like the paper before it go in the printer my heart is cold like January winter
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I want you to taste your own medicine you try to feed Me you say you love me but don't want me at the same time that's like a pimp with hos and a thug turning into a certified Christian my mind is blank like the paper before it go in the printer my heart is cold like January winter
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