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Fine s.c.r.e.w your homey for your phoney, see if my shizzles give a dizzle b.i.t.c.h. |
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This is the end, |
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Things change, People die. |
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You can't hold on to something forever, |
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It's done it's gone, |
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I feel whole with you, |
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The more I see, The less I know, the more I'd like to let it go. |