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The sky was ripe as fruit on the tree No stars as morning came Up over me Standing on the corner With Devin and Jordan makes three I believe Simon there too But Lord knows got holes in my memory Ketamine don’t help that neither Got rolled up on by Claiming they seen us tag their streets And that’s a fact I must repeat I want it all I come in peace But will leave in pieces For chosen family They must’ve been Two times the size of me I got rolled over Got rolled over by See no I won’t claim that I beat them See no my teeth and knuckles were bleeding Letras de cancionesRunning backwards down the street And that’s a fact I must repeat I want it all I want it all We hit Houston with taxi beeps In a full on sprint headed to the east Checked our shoulders They were clean And breathed And laughed harder than concrete Laughed hard tension release Found a diner seat A cup of coffee and some sleep Another night A life complete I want it all From Letras Mania