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There aint much to say, when your dreams all float away, and your losing your mum peace by peace to a new day, the beromiters peaking and the people they just say, fuck it all let it poor, to the end of historys page, now im knowin that i should and i might even just stay, but i been lonley for ever so what difference does it make, if you ever get that feeling same here I let it play, just remeber if we get to where where headed I relate, soo, I got tickets from a zone says right here on my arm, that I learnt through my old class Australia winner, what im on make it shine glimmer for my brother layed it down winning, how it should sound feel look, we in the chiller like what you find in there different, all the stress caught up to'm now they different see, listen Bee because this shit be wilen, lol all the while your diamonds sirens, at there best now people buy them, no I never will know why it was they went all silent, mc 3 P we need our own island, funny how this shit be see our own island, ha ha ha, and now im sending you an offer, ha ha ha, if you can get right in up in off it, bla bla bla blow bazing-A, big bang theory to a real rappers play, word ok so i twist it up mate, than let it free fall from skys highrer than scapse, to see how i be lookin at states, this shot be wilen lol love you all need an Island ! Written by Phillip Roy Woollett