through the static in the event of our demise what was golden wasn't yours to hold
Thid Dickso life goes on n I see one lost thought best yet tossed to the obbis with no one there alone no friends again words I felt to see again it's sick his grip yours don't get n that's me did I need to see one bitch up out never to be down as a rider for real
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so life goes on n I see one lost thought best yet tossed to the obbis with no one there alone no friends again words I felt to see again it's sick his grip yours don't get n that's me did I need to see one bitch up out never to be down as a rider for real
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