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In primo piano

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Michael Lawrence Rayam
Michael Lawrence Rayam
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All dis pain inside got me feeln low exotic drugs Got me movin slow traumatized I gts Clutching my pole have a hard time showing feelings But please don't go to see my dawg Dead and gone I swea it hurt my soul I swea every Since you left everything been on hold Outside I seem fine but inside I'm broke run inside ya Shii if speak up on da bros I feel like da sum don't shine I feel like the sun don't shine every since you left my side I feel like the sun don't shine I seen a nigga kreep his dawg got me Thinkn a little harder bout mine like who gon ride And burn it down for me wen it become dat time Keep stuffn dosia in my wood Until my eyes low been in Dat cell so much I got use ta bein alone if I say I love ya I'm Steppa bout ya right or wrong Every time I give out love I get back heartbreaks I get back heartaches he play I upe the murder rate all my niggas toughtn ks Noface in the kut with the drake give Quan dat fi He'll eat yhu face im ridn in hot wheels So when krakas get behind me ima do the race I mix perks up in my drink I jus like the way it taste remember locked up in That cell label As a inmate I know sum niggas doin doin a dime But ain't say a thing realest niggas ever
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