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Listen, I love you, I never want to leave,
But if the world was a garden, my thumb's green,
I need to explore it, I can't keep running, see?
Music is my passion, and always something seemed
To trigger dopamine in my head when I wrote,
You know I mean to not grow up smoking weed,
Toking green, that's a no for me, because
Pardon my language but I ain't no pussy,
No one alive will ever push me to smoke
A blunt so I feel like I got what I want,
That's not what I want, not what I need,
I love you, that's why I'm gon leave,
For your rumbling stomachs, I must feed,
For the upayed debt, trust me, you bet
I got that covered like the families roof,
I'm making music so I can make money and hand it to ya,

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TheAmericant
Member since July 24 2014

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