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| a wizard, a true star |
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| cheeba cheeba, y'all. |
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| coppernicuss chillin on p. beach |
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| distracted by meditation tree |
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| drunk in love. |
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| flowers of evol |
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| ghost variations |
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| naked in green |
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| grins for no reason |
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| growing up old while the mind softens. |
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| he aint give ya none, diddy? |
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| he trots along rubbing my thigh. i reach down rubbing his padded cranium as we go. |
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| ever since hush had a pup. |
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| meet us on the island, |
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| thee ghosts of exposition. |
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| world, i'll melt with you. |
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| mister got a bottle and a ball in his mouth and i got a lovely smile. |
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| motherboard at p. beach. |
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| my posse gone get some. |
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| singing into a rope. |
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| what up you spect me to just folla you yes i do |
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| you dig my rap. what rap. |
