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Khols I'm kholds like Khols with a cold who's doper than dope when it's smoked, then some hope I just hoped you'd cope through the cold tune, I'm sold too like old food I'll mold through the whole "news", old news. Feel's like ima fold through the folds soon, now I'm missin the part where I hold you, like some cart for a old dude I feel like a tart when I told you're sweet, just a goofball, for me it's like whos called, I was locked down, no gun to pop out plus fuck a stocked round how can i drop now some clown who got clowns to drop rounds so I'm stocked like a glock now vs a million cocked rounds, im monk and ur supposed to be truty, im dunked and ur supposed to be duty for, who me? I knew things and pursed the uzi to suzi and sued things like doobies I do things but who's me when shootings are shooting me up I'm shot and I'm stuck, thank god I tucked those truck pills, but, but what tho, they grab and stab with me needles, 5 of them, over ounces of fluid, I bounced and I knew it, my heart goes into, I'm loosin, myself, what do I do please just help fk these trans parents I'm clear as the see through I dropped tears when I creeped through and realized i-need-you, and loosing my freedom i see you and then we knew. Myself, I, and me knew, They had me in mopspitals till I was bout to drop, go pop skittles, ride hot riddles and dry drop dripples on high top kibble, my minds not nimble nor dimmed tho, 5 shots to me and a hole in my head, guess I got what I got kiddo, hope I meet your mama's hot widow when she learns I did not fiddle with when we still got it's cold but I'm hot in tho missing you saying I did not give up, I've been locked, shived up, stabbed, popped, get up, I need you, call me, the nxt shot I bleed through, I love you, I need you, doves too, I'll kiss you, say I love you, I miss you.
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Khols I'm kholds like Khols with a cold who's doper than dope when it's smoked, then some hope I just hoped you'd cope through the cold tune, I'm sold too like old food I'll mold through the whole "news", old news. Feel's like ima fold through the folds soon, now I'm missin the part where I hold you, like some cart for a old dude I feel like a tart when I told you're sweet, just a goofball, for me it's like whos called, I was locked down, no gun to pop out plus fuck a stocked round how can i drop now some clown who got clowns to drop rounds so I'm stocked like a glock now vs a million cocked rounds, im monk and ur supposed to be truty, im dunked and ur supposed to be duty for, who me? I knew things and pursed the uzi to suzi and sued things like doobies I do things but who's me when shootings are shooting me up I'm shot and I'm stuck, thank god I tucked those truck pills, but, but what tho, they grab and stab with me needles, 5 of them, over ounces of fluid, I bounced and I knew it, my heart goes into, I'm loosin, myself, what do I do please just help fk these trans parents I'm clear as the see through I dropped tears when I creeped through and realized i-need-you, and loosing my freedom i see you and then we knew. Myself, I, and me knew, They had me in mopspitals till I was bout to drop, go pop skittles, ride hot riddles and dry drop dripples on high top kibble, my minds not nimble nor dimmed tho, 5 shots to me and a hole in my head, guess I got what I got kiddo, hope I meet your mama's hot widow when she learns I did not fiddle with when we still got it's cold but I'm hot in tho missing you saying I did not give up, I've been locked, shived up, stabbed, popped, get up, I need you, call me, the nxt shot I bleed through, I love you, I need you, doves too, I'll kiss you, say I love you, I miss you.
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