Tongues of tasteless flava... Yet what I can spit there's nothing that can save ya... As my lips are sealed listenin to the wind blow my name with the lies in the flow of the breeze... N jus think, at one time for ya I was on my knees...please... Leave me be...I put u back with the emptied dreams n rejoined reality.... Fr. Step!👣👣👣👣👣
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