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And I, And I, And I, And I, And I, And I, And I. “AND I REALLY” wish I had some money for sum weed! Cause that’s right now all my heart really needs! & it bleeds of pain and it won’t go away, can you just take my hands and will go fly away. These scenes in my head of raven birds flying, Edgar Allan Poe. I’m the next one dying. Lying to myself. I’d probably get eaten in a den. If this was Daniel with the lions. Cause I ain’t really trying, to impress these hoes no more. The Man’s Means to make his money grow, grow, grow, go, go, gooo ahead. Cause the police is bashing at the front end of the door. Better believe I’ll be sitting up on my couch with my Glock nine millimeter, and a Ak-47, in the other hand. While having a lit O.G kush already rolled up placed upon my face. Smoke out the mouth ready to go out with more than just your average bang like: De niro "You talkin' to me?" Hype up on loud onomatopoeias. Step right in and I’ll be seeing ya schmucks in HELL [gun shot noises] Bang* Bang* Bang*