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Yes, I been used to being used like this

Ain't no difference, I'm immortalizing my thoughts

Praise to the most high for protection over my most prized possessions

Talkin' 'bout my sanity's at a 6.7

Handin' out poinsettias

To my dead homie mothers, prayin' they feel better

Might get sh-, minding my business

Might get chipped sharing my vision

Might as well, can't tell if it's even worth conversation

Need a prayer, do it even work?

All that's for real, it's forever

Moments stolen taste better

I've been riding, riding through this cold world

Thought you had another, went and caught up with ol' girl

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