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All That S Left My Thoughts On The Subject

I think that everything is fine I realize that love makes, makes me sick. And when I see the two of you I reconfirm that love makes, makes me sick. Why must you infest my, my

forth physical force Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic Professional neck shit, left foes

my elevator (Security will escort you out the building) Get off my elevator (That woman is very nosey) I choose my subjects, personal man, that's what

live without you on my side At the time I was fin'n and the beauty's been thinking about The beast and she can't be without (love) Plus all the drama that's

] [that's how it be happenin' that's how it be happenin' i tried to warn my nigga but dem people but they snatched him that's how it be happenin' that's

out its real Thats when they heart pumps fear The real remains the weak will disappear My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear 911 style sits on

Francis on the lyrics, Joe Beats on production and my man DJ Mek-a-lek on the cut, bring it!) (ONE) It's nothing wrong with me (TWO) It's nothing wrong

I'd rather give you my bitch pay attention I'd rather give you my bitch I'd rather give you my bitch then to let you breathe On my last bit of indo smoke

the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh) It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed My