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the passengers jumping Served shots premixed beer caps are missing She switching lanes Molly Rythem If you're a block away Bring an extra to the party Promoters
yappin' his tongue, premixed playlist still as wack as they come, This shit is hardcore! from the kick to the snare, No need to clap along just throw a fist
As your grandfathers did our borders So bring to us your keening masses Of oat milk and organic produce And pre-mixed spice blends Emulating the appealing
pas avec mon art We're the pre-mixed generation Buy into quicker-fix emotion Grown up, want only-child attention Fed up on going through
bitch when I begin to crowd around her Then think to my thesis, caught up in a prefix Music is premixed, the remix, with guns sounds And gun rounds
got one million views Premixed is all that i use I got one million views Yeah, yeah I got one million views I got my face on the news I got one
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