NoLov_20-04
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str8 from the dust betrayed by the trust of fake friends I made when times were good now I'm a fool but, it isn't over the poison pen I'm holding strings of meaner verses I'm in it burstin with flavour so savour the moment of skill promoting the dopeness within ironic, I'm moving in frees
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