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Flex on bitch seven figure on my checklist Two fuckin braclets;made that shii my necklace Stylised niggas never let it slide. I can't let no bitch
in the shadow of guns And we are not idle rich So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the stylised kick
softer than the silence Ill get lost in the stylised violence You crave it You crave it Another shot at me Undertones emphasised I can't get you off my
Or a stylised version of it Reciprocate the lost fancy of time Superstition has made you the perfect mime Reality is gone Fed to the last line Trade you a dollar
Stylised the nonsense Influence the subconscience An never ending constant Hynoticed by vortex Making life so complexed Losing all correspondence By
colour of the rainbow Ink upon her milky skin Free-stylised by Camden High Street She really pulls me in These days she's all I ever think of yet I don't
my mind Idolise divergence stylised A classics just hysterias highlight In a second, for a taste, I'd drop my pride To find that ink pot in the gloom,
stylised. A high rise against a timelapse sky. They burglarised your minds. Friends of mine, institutionalised, by the time that they was twenty five. In
given life yet we court death. For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before a stylised figure on a crucifix.
I needed to I know that you want me to be happy As long as that happiness coincides With your stylised distortions of my values And a work ethic that
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