I remember when, last past November when Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland They left him trembling, he was not remembering: Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem Some would debate, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin Or even listening in to what his weathermens was telling him" When I could feel it in my melanin, it's compelling Us to break them off, no reassembling No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do You could gather 'round like it was an eclipse Just don't look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the crips
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