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Gots to, gots to I'm finna be out I thought I told you geek down, trouble follow me 'round Everybody wanna be Bowser I'm throwin' another seed out, the fire come through me now Pitch-black tourmaline towers She found me on the streets, she wildin' Keep my feet grounded for my sweet child Struggle not a team sport You're not afforded recourse, of course I had to reroute Stories wasn't unfounded Multitudes of one, I'm never done, countin' up drowsy Your son bouncin' through the funhouses I got used to the comedown, I leaped around and jumped out Both ears ringin', ears ringin' with your love Both my ears ringin' with your love Uh, ghost in the shell, you a hell of a host We set up a post outside of the settlement with whatever niggas could want Golden intel, it's heavy to know everything goes, but it's better to Vestibule lesson, prerequisite be gettin' in the doors Never lettin' them be sellin' you short, let's get it I've been in here before, it's been a minute, familiar with it all It's bone-chillin' and a bar for good riddance Letras de cancionesThe muzzle isn't on the dog The muscles wouldn't get it from the gods, it's a different feeling Spirit and heart, that's unrelenting Evidently to a fault which obviously gon' cause all kind of switchin' Comin' to my senses I'm finna be out I thought I told you geek down, trouble follow me 'round Everybody wanna be Bowser I'm throwin' another seed out, the fire come through me now Pitch-black tourmaline towers She found me on the streets, she wildin' Keep my feet grounded for my sweet child Struggle not a team sport You're not afforded recourse, of course I had to reroute Stories wasn't unfounded Multitudes of one, I'm never done, countin' up drowsy Your son bouncin' through the funhouses I got used to the comedown, I leaped around and jumped out Both ears ringin', ears ringin' with your love Both my ears ringin' with your love From Letras Mania