Lyrics:
opticals Perfected poem, powerful punchlines Pummeling petty powder puffs in my prime Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum Quarrelers ain't got
opticals Perfected poem, powerful punchlines Pummeling petty powder puffs in my prime Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum Quarrelers ain't got
future Futile future Futile future Futile future How clandestine is this friendship, Disillusionment noted by the quarrelers, The stomach knotted;
we raising these fools Peace sign on a hater bye bye Never did I like no crab type folk Quarrelers out here typically broke The animosity boy ain't no
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