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On Broken Wings Giving Up The Ghost

cast by the forms of mortal men. the light cuts around my body, revealing evidence of times before my presence. it fascinates. or am i ghosts? without

make ya Vogue on that cover of GQ Only missin' the sheer blouse, homey, you see through Stop sippin' on that Formula 50 They want heat? I give it to '

what can you give to me? What did you give to me? What did you give to me? What did you give to me? 3- waving at stars. You cracked up too soon

a world of pirhanas. if you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em. guess what end of the stick I'm on. ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every

them yachts ya got? You get props on the bop-she-bop Let's keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT! Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner

sun on me only me Now you dream so much about being lost Your ghost by a coolebah sleeping Haunts you and whispers in your ear Give up give up this

and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out I?m in dat Range truck Timmy got me fuckin? blinged up Last year I was broke now my wings up I put dat

a bind Maybe the sunken ship is the treasure No, but they insist it man I try to Spin me dizzy spongin Up to giving dungeons functions As opposed to

and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out I?m in dat Range truck Timmy got me fuckin? blinged up Last year I was broke now my wings up I put dat