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Only one more month left and I will have completed my one song a week for a year. Bitter sweet. prod by top boy !!! (dejavue) I’m always running (from the truth) naw i aint fronting (Got mah bi) blow up my plug yea (future rich) you’ll see me stunting (camera crew) we making movies (look at you) take off ya two piece (send em thru) she send me nudies (I’m so loose) dripping my uzi talking isolated paper to the pen i been faded into oblivion i just cave in like I’m made of tin i cant save it, i take the whole thing drugs for breakfast aint no preference forever reckless me myself and all my messes all my messes drugs for breakfast aint no preference forever reckless me myself and all my messes all my messes had another nightmare what a feeling blood was coming down from the ceiling spiders were they were running down the hallway i could barely make it do
