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the sky disappeared away my angel with the loss im trying keep my mind straight barely walk until exhausted see her eyes hazel smile is more that would be cost i should forget all until my mind got lost pain and suffering creeping close she’s like summer wind when you warm head be knockin in like war please open window or the door finally i just met my bro what’s good, brodie? we haven’t seen so long. now we’ll keep singing this song mom got problems with the things you will not want money trees were burned all waiting for tommorow yelling on the others guilty of the author sounds of the auto get low to the floor or your ribs will get holes i cant mess with this hoes lost my phone, find my soul see you soon, on the road rip to the olds blm, fuck the po prayers to the lord bitch, now im gone
