RIP Mz Jay'25
you know the rain the pain it comes back again that we play triggers to the brain like gunshots sitting up in spots waiting for the cops or till one drops be we were sort a friends on occasion the display of friend to me began started school we were both cool outfits alike then time passed and life happened I kept on wrapping you tended to your kids I admired you for this now it's the rain and pain it comes back over and over again like triggers to the brain one shot gunshot smoke and now you drop so sad I don't know what the Indian you that I had perhaps it was because your mother ring was what I was lacking lost all of mine then lost my mind still trying to find and get it back but never can be regained again because time continues on just like my pen remain grinding once again q you know the rain the pain it comes back again that we play triggers to the brain like gunshots sitting up in spots waiting for the cops or till one drops be we were sort a friends ryman grinding no no time to chill this is real drugs that fast life running around it's like a knife or a loaded gun where do I begin again time pass I can't even believe it the s*** is trash addiction addicted to being addicted just to hit her too will take away the pain we feel but is that really real f*** the n***** that gave the bull s*** to you I hope his life is over and through look what he's done just a month ago you lost your son and now we lost you through and through true is true the world will be a little less because it's less of you damn heartbroken but still smoking this is my talking to you Miss Jay rip boo that'll be it on the bullshytt
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you know the rain the pain it comes back again that we play triggers to the brain like gunshots sitting up in spots waiting for the cops or till one drops be we were sort a friends on occasion the display of friend to me began started school we were both cool outfits alike then time passed and life happened I kept on wrapping you tended to your kids I admired you for this now it's the rain and pain it comes back over and over again like triggers to the brain one shot gunshot smoke and now you drop so sad I don't know what the Indian you that I had perhaps it was because your mother ring was what I was lacking lost all of mine then lost my mind still trying to find and get it back but never can be regained again because time continues on just like my pen remain grinding once again q you know the rain the pain it comes back again that we play triggers to the brain like gunshots sitting up in spots waiting for the cops or till one drops be we were sort a friends ryman grinding no no time to chill this is real drugs that fast life running around it's like a knife or a loaded gun where do I begin again time pass I can't even believe it the s*** is trash addiction addicted to being addicted just to hit her too will take away the pain we feel but is that really real f*** the n***** that gave the bull s*** to you I hope his life is over and through look what he's done just a month ago you lost your son and now we lost you through and through true is true the world will be a little less because it's less of you damn heartbroken but still smoking this is my talking to you Miss Jay rip boo that'll be it on the bullshytt
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