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Lights, camera. Prep the sets. Action, drama. Place your bets. Queens, kings, who's to win. Aces high, next of kin. The return of indifference, this kid's straight terrible. Knowing that you're bad doesn't make it more bearable. Deadend hall is the undead corridor. The big mean bear is the big shot forager. Sticks: I miss the city life. City: miss the sticks. Missin all the gritty life, missing all the bliss. Listening to real rap, finding what the grooves be. To study my superiors is something that behooves me. Dreaming bout my goals and my targets I could never hit. Top tier, Top Dog, dogtown degenerate. Meal hall argument, calling that a mess debate. Mentionin the carbon tax, watchin buddy escalate. Could a Guelph town girl move hot plasma. Put the STLTH down girl, you've got ashtma. Vapour in the air unhinged miasma. Put the STLTH down girl, you've got ahstma. Why don't you think about the world? Why don't you think about us? Ain't gotta be in crime to find my issues of trust. Been a real hot minute since the flip did send. But at a younger age made me a real weird friend.
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