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they tryna see him slipping, he aint never been that close to the edge. Like getting Hit with A sledge. bunch of fucking sludge on his Head, probably the sounds of revenge. hateful nature and it goes to his lead. talking bout the pencil write it down on a paper. Wasnt Just a Page, but a ledger till I grab the bottle sipped until my sorrow slipp away, like yesterday's tomorrow. not just a phrase, but a way to words that makes perfect since. not a single penny, a dollar a dime. holler at that bitch when she lacking behind. thot got me trapped in my mind. feel like I might just go blind. subliminal messages taking their time. Do it just To Trap, Just to write. always a Fiend In the Line. just sit back, with a light. pack a big bags feeling his bag.. not that feeling that bad after that. harassments a crime. but not if I do it in rhyme. rather so sick that I feel it. lyrics so slick that you peel it. try an steal it. dr. diagnosed you with spirit let us hear it. we love that peacefulness once it finally slips into mine. ex is fucking my hind. in sight is the way. hatred not today. love for the game. just wish it wasn't a play. why we all stuck in this way? excuses just to do it to em. useless then how come this getting into em? Sean swain.
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they tryna see him slipping, he aint never been that close to the edge. Like getting Hit with A sledge. bunch of fucking sludge on his Head, probably the sounds of revenge. hateful nature and it goes to his lead. talking bout the pencil write it down on a paper. Wasnt Just a Page, but a ledger till I grab the bottle sipped until my sorrow slipp away, like yesterday's tomorrow. not just a phrase, but a way to words that makes perfect since. not a single penny, a dollar a dime. holler at that bitch when she lacking behind. thot got me trapped in my mind. feel like I might just go blind. subliminal messages taking their time. Do it just To Trap, Just to write. always a Fiend In the Line. just sit back, with a light. pack a big bags feeling his bag.. not that feeling that bad after that. harassments a crime. but not if I do it in rhyme. rather so sick that I feel it. lyrics so slick that you peel it. try an steal it. dr. diagnosed you with spirit let us hear it. we love that peacefulness once it finally slips into mine. ex is fucking my hind. in sight is the way. hatred not today. love for the game. just wish it wasn't a play. why we all stuck in this way? excuses just to do it to em. useless then how come this getting into em? Sean swain.
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