| Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I’ma die alone
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| Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that’s a milestone (Keep doing it,
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| I’m loving it)
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| People calling me, asking me for money, man
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| The only thing I’mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
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| Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid
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| Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days
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| Running from the law, living how I’m living, fuck 'em all
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| Bumping Triple Six
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| Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
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| Who the bitch riding with me?
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| Man, the devil tryna get me
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| Motivated, under-educated, and hated
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| But finally getting cake like a happy belated
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| Bitch I made it, we on
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| Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it
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| Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it
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| Feel like I’ve been waiting forever, forever to inherit
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| This is war, I declare it
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| Time is money, I can’t spare it
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| Futuristic, so simplistic
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| Please decipher my linguistics
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| Slow it down, Robitussin
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| I’m the king, ain’t no discussion
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| And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
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| My consumption is the illest
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| Section eight, I know you feel this
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| On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all
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| Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?
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| EBT, that’s the card
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| I thank God, I thank God, but it’s hard, but it’s hard
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| Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I’mma die alone
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| Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that’s a milestone
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| People calling me, asking me for money, man
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| The only thing I’mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
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| God damn, god damn, we at it again
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| Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban
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| Yeah, my stress up, but I’m blessed up
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| Fuck around and get messed up
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| When I murder the rhyme, I’m living divine
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| You know that I’m one of a kind
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| Lemme get it right now, ho
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| Draped up and I’m dripped out, right now, ho
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| Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, so
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| On the down low, haters drown slow
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| On the down low, haters drown slow
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| Oh God, my God, we got it all right
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| Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right?
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| These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
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| I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
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| Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don’t give a fuck
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| I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut
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| That’s what’s up
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| All these bitches out here tryna gas it up
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| This is everything I ever wanted, I can’t pass it up
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| Life changed in a year, couldn’t happen fast enough
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| «Can I do it like you do it?"That's what they be asking us
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| White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
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| Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
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| Live it up, hold on to your dream, don’t ever give it up
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| Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can’t get enough
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| Now they know my name through the nation
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| Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation
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| Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
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| Stacking profit on profit, from this music I’m making
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| Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken
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| Tell 'em jealous Judases who this is, and man, that’ll break 'em
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| And bitch I’m still the same
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| Dash of auto tune so y’all can feel the pain
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| Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
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| Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story
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| Positive that life ain’t mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury
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| Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I’mma die alone
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| Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that’s a milestone
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| People calling me, asking me for money, man
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| The only thing I’mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
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| (Hello, no one is available to take your call)
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| I been working hard, I been searching for God
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| I been working hard, I been searching for God
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| (Please leave a message after the tone)
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| Little brother, this is your sister, you’re busy, I get you
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| But I insist you call me back cause I miss you
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| I wish you well, well, I wish you would call
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| Cause lately it feel like I’m just not your sister at all, all
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| I’m sorry for calling and bawling, I’m all in
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| And I feel like I’m falling lately, it feel like my children hate me |
| You tell me I’m beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
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| Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
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| And lately I, I feel more and more like mommy, I know I’m me, but still
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| You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel
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| Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser
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| So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I’m gone
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| And as for… he left and he ain’t coming back
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| I hate him and if I see him I swear I tell him that
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| No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting an' selling that
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| He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
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| I been working hard, I been searching for God
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| I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud
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| Promise you won’t forget me, that you’ll always be with me
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| And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me
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| Under pressure, I’ve been feeling under pressure
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| Hey, son, this is your father, don’t mean to bother
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| How are you? |
| Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
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| Tried to call ya, where are ya?
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| In Paris? |
| What a beautiful destination
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| To perish right by the Eiffel, come now, please don’t be spiteful
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| Of all my small talk, I think we’re overdue a long talk
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| When I see kids around the way I say how I’m your dad
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| It gets me thinking 'bout incredible moments we’ve had
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| And on the real I’m trying so hard not to bug you
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| But do you think you could stop rapping about my drug use?
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| I’m two years clean, no longer a fiend
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| Yeah, I’m 57, but I feel 19
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| And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you’re there
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| And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care
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| Of anything I need, of your family
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| Can I have some tickets to your next show?
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| Would you stand with me?
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| Can I have some money for my new honey that’s hella fine?
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| I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom
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| My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm
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| Maybe you could tell *beep*
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| I’ve been feeling under pressure
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| Hey, what’s up, bro? |
| This Ralph, I didn’t want much, man, just calling to see
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| what’s going on. |
| I know you’re busy. |
| Dad hit me up, it’s his birthday today,
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| but I know you know that. |
| Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his
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| new chick and stuff, man, I don’t know how to handle that. |
| I don’t wanna tell
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| him like nah, I ain’t trying to meet her off top, you know. |
| So what you think I
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| should do? |
| Text me, I know you’re busy, dawg. |
| But he been calling me saying he
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| wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda’s like «damn,
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| he really tryna rock out with his new chick"cause you know we all talk to
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| Debbie. |
| But I don’t know, I don’t know how to tell him this shit so just hit me
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| back whenever you got the time, man, I know there’s more shit on your plate.
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| You ain’t gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I’d appreciate it. |
| When you back,
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| love you, do your thing. |
| Swag RattPack all day, boy. |
| Alright, nigga
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| Yeah, dear family, I’m so sorry that I’ve been distant
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| Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent
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| I know that you been insisting, I know that birthday I missed it
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| I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place
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| Thoughts often in another world, I started seeing another girl
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| It fell through, man, what a world
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| But I’m so focused on my craft, on employing my staff
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| Such a perfectionist, I can’t even finish this draft
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| This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss
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| Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce
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| Meanwhile people outside of my blood asking for favors
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| I don’t owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behavior
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| Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don’t even
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| know 'bout the shit I go through
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| We ain’t spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child?
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| Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don’t do me foul
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| Sorry I ain’t call before, but I’m calling you right now
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| I heard that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vowel
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| How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I’m pursuing?
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| I ain’t talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined
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| But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I’m doing
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| They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth |
| I should spend it all with y’all, but I spend it in the booth
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| This is everything I love, this is everything I need
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| Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleed
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| This is everything I love, everything I need
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| Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed
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| Under pressure, I’ve been feeling under pressure
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| Hey, son, I’m sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting.
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| A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn’t get you right then.
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| And then when I did call you weren’t able to answer or whatever.
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| Just wondering how things are going. |
| Jenn and I aren’t together anymore.
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| Living on my own, you know. |
| Anyway, the whole family, even the family that you
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| don’t know, my sisters and your aunts that you’ve never met are very proud of
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| you. |
| Your cousins just love you too. |
| Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you
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| to know that. |
| And just keep grinding, you know. |
| And I don’t wanna hear you
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| joining the Illuminati cause then I gotta kill ya. |
| I love you, son, bye |