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Originally posted by Doc
The more I think about it, the more I support it. Imagine the PRESS.
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I gave you all of me
Gold laced key
Folded under the weight no shade that's the tea
This punchline the last gift you'll get from me, bow it
Yo I aint no poet
But this bottle of moet
Cost more than your car, tow it!
You said I lied
But I tried
No more us, no more trust
I feel freedom, that's a must
There’s an end to infinity
So pack your bags up and go
But imma be here for infinity
