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Sunday, March 1, 2015

No sleep till Burbank

All this rolled dank got my stank on fleek

I was born to be low key

It’s just my steez

I’d rather be homeless then have a lease

I’m still trying to believe in me

And all these check points are milestones to people

And all this exposure is one more chain in the link

I’m on the brink of never saying never again…at the very least

I have this desire to be free

Do drugs and fuck around with the freaks

Eat sheets and string cheese

All these incidents are just exciting to me

Up in the insicion

So deep you’d swear we bleed

But blood Dosent sweet…it rises like cream

Lurk squad on creep

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