make a way
I can't sleep there's only two things in my head shooting for the Stars and making all the bread I can't end up dead at a young age I wish I was on stage singing to thousands on people I don't want to be evil
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I can't sleep there's only two things in my head shooting for the Stars and making all the bread I can't end up dead at a young age I wish I was on stage singing to thousands on people I don't want to be evil
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