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And you're being stubborn Don't treat me like family Mother, sister, younger brother, father Walking on stills too much you're high horse Comes down to conviction Walking on stills too much you're high horse Comes down to conviction to win the war Spit out that cube And you're coming with me I got kicked in my chest And they threw their best punches at me You're being stubborn I'm only an alibi I'm next to killing the second son You saw it in the scene beneath the threats of core Like your mother taught you Divide, conquer, kill old brother Saddle upon your raven, high horse Spit out that cube And you're coming with me I got kicked in my chest And they threw their best punches at me From Letras Mania