It's a thin line between paper and hate
Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights
Hell or the pearly gates, I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
Took a little ti...
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(by: Shwan)
(ID: 2431)
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