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Common things never bother me cause I'm the local jokeSummer got high and swoll she calls me the broken spokeNever been late to fuck with fate and see if faith's a jokePart of me wants the wants in life to tickle up and smokeCome to me cross a ??? with all the empty traitsEverything is just unsaid no need to contemplateAll my weights drip as they leave my lips how come do something straightShe needs and excuse to end things and become the things you hate From Letras Mania