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Clouds approach As I move through towns and quote Latin texts found under Rome Swarming storms, I m forming horns I m pouring Os in styrofoam Ignoring hoes, I might go home Torn in two, the guts get thrown Them blunts get blown, afford it on my own Spendspend some money, now I m broke I ain t worried bout it though, I ll get some later down the road Root of all that s evil, I know Sixsixsix times for my soul Slit my wrist, I m sinking low Lit my list, I m burning slow Wish for bliss, and turn to stone
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