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Sumukh RaoThe Cooler drops deep as does my Bike. I never love, 'cause to love is the Cousin of hike. Beyond the walls of Bikes, life is defined. I think of Love when I'm in some state of mind. Hope the hike got some alike. My strike don't like no dirty pike. Run up to the spike and get the psych. Yea, yaz, in a Bangalore state of mind. You Could Check My Imprint Two New Teks And A M-10 Every Bullet In Him Swell up Like a  Maybe you can take a little piece of my pain.  Faithful to forgive me faithful to remain, me in all of my ways all of my days  Love it when you maneuver your body off in my space.  offerings no fecies when the back is obese we double back and go deeply in her life for easy  I'm the type of drinker with no mixers in my liquors  Hit you with the blizzard cut your circuit with my scissors A Musk snail is quite the hail. Thinking of Love. Yaz, thinking of Love The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses  As the phrase keep it real passes  And death will be dead and we'll lock the casket  And every time you think you gotten past it  And if you black it goes on like ev-er-y-day  In the wood he stands still he turn to lanes  Why we don't learn til we leave for the cage,  So I'm here to bring the truth in the place
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The Cooler drops deep as does my Bike. I never love, 'cause to love is the Cousin of hike. Beyond the walls of Bikes, life is defined. I think of Love when I'm in some state of mind. Hope the hike got some alike. My strike don't like no dirty pike. Run up to the spike and get the psych. Yea, yaz, in a Bangalore state of mind. You Could Check My Imprint Two New Teks And A M-10 Every Bullet In Him Swell up Like a  Maybe you can take a little piece of my pain.  Faithful to forgive me faithful to remain, me in all of my ways all of my days  Love it when you maneuver your body off in my space.  offerings no fecies when the back is obese we double back and go deeply in her life for easy  I'm the type of drinker with no mixers in my liquors  Hit you with the blizzard cut your circuit with my scissors A Musk snail is quite the hail. Thinking of Love. Yaz, thinking of Love The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses  As the phrase keep it real passes  And death will be dead and we'll lock the casket  And every time you think you gotten past it  And if you black it goes on like ev-er-y-day  In the wood he stands still he turn to lanes  Why we don't learn til we leave for the cage,  So I'm here to bring the truth in the place
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