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and day in My eyes aren't red It's all in your head I'm bored and unfathered It's rotting my head Watching this stupid garbage I'd rather be dead Chew it up
Argumentative tentative Mind of the sensitive Mind altered Correspondence of the faltered Bastards unfathered Bothered by the 2 parent abode Apparent to make
dollars Yeah, I'm knocking all the prada Cuz without it, they are nada Prima donna's sound unfathered After something like they momma Everybody tryna cop
mind Seek and you shall find Walkin through the penile glands, like it was a unfathered man Knowledge is the key to the mind which is a mysterious
was unfathered We'll speak on that On another time Now she coming down Rodeo Drive In a whip that she don't even drive Now it's steak and lobster on her
the stick Ticked you Off her cause we ain't going pick a goner An unfathered daughter Who taught her to go And slowly slower play them like a damn viola Damn
You tell me to get fucked? You're fucked Up next on the chopping block With legs wide open, reach fist to liver to send unfathered child from cunt
of the prime Like widowed wombs After their Lord's decease Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of Orphans, and unfathered fruit For Summer
Severed from unearthly mythomania I lay to rest to ghosts of past seductions leaving false paradises unfathered I sing swan songs for stability
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