Saturday, September 27, 2008

Burnt Mission

Gazing on the horizon like diamond gleaming the eyes man. No time to be keen, I'm on the line man. Sit back and enjoy the ride fan, the tan khaki's on track, bam. One for tha team, I'm in your door, with a muggin' mean, you hit the floor. You fuckin' whore, I ain't get shit that day, not much to explore. I left me askin' "we finna get some more?".

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