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Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, cant shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out, and my high wears out
Ima rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out, am I high? perhaps...
Ima rip this shit till my bone collapse.
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"When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read 'all men are created equal, except negroes, and foreigners, and Catholics.' When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretense of loving liberty – to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocrisy.”--Abraham Lincoln
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