Clip my walk
see me fall on your hand
carry me to your den
I don’t need that extra ten
I walk in with sin
coughin’ up your son
see him how fun
my bun already cooked
took from the shook
down on my mouth
till it came without sound
an honest sound
still haven’t seen him around
calling me from all around town
Talking back to her
she keeping half of sir
walking off with half of you on her back
track it back home can I find you on a loan
talking about what they own and how they zone
close to the unknown, I walk with my heart
beat the street beside me
vibration from the relations
can ever debate it
but it is unrelated today
Always strive and prosper
for my sake
don’t waste coming at a pace
watch your taste
not the way I waste
eat your paced looking like a chase
no need for the mystery I’m Pulling up history
kissing your infantry
missing for me but watch your empathy
what a symphony
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