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A.M. FETA MEANS

Rahulhuatong
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Stained on my two teeth.

Couldn't sleep.

Fool me.

Reintroduced every two weeks.

Good week.

Good problems.

Good grief.

Talk.

What?

I can't stop this.

Bring glory to these knees, God teach me All the belief for your figure, release me

Why release me?

Why do we need these flies?

You know at least we climb.

Wonder why we pay for our eyes.

Even though one day we gon' die So what's up with it?

Is it gon' be my mess?

You gon' be on my slide If you too far, you can fly Fuckin' no, nevermind, never me I got too much on my mind, never need me

some head and it better be me some breath

Oh, I guess it depends if I get up

Oh, I guess it depends if I get up.

Oh, I guess it depends if I get up.

Oh, I guess it depends if I get the

Something unexpected I said nevermind, took suicide up off my checklist Gave up for the breakfast

Pussy for dessert, that's why there's syrup on my necklace Admittedly affectionate, it's something I've been testing

Never concerned about my footin' Bitch, I'ma get the door holdin' I been lettin' horns for me, they had left the door open

I always saw those pictures on the fridge as a tab on it.

Even though they're smiling, most of these pictures tell the story.

I always appreciate the mans, it's immense for me.

I don't have things to get intense, we don't intend for it.

I looked through that lens for it.

Lottie died into a deal.

I looked in advance for it.

Probably gotta dance for it.

When I'm fucked up, it's the only time I dance for it It's up and stuff, fuck it, glad I took the Xan for it Blessings, open hand for it Broken back, window seat in the car

I ain't trying to shoot for stars.

I got a main form.

I don't work in LA.

My community's elevated.

We should lose our minds.

Just to find it in a better place Roll the weed and celebrate Made it to another day I don't even know the date

I came from the other bay City of the angels, I was swimming with the devil rays Tropicana juice, living life, I'm making lemonade I wanted a better taste

And I got a bit of taste I prefer the mini-me Puttin' in his way You can look at what

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