Saturday, March 5, 2011

let that man get pass




Now I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He know, he so, fuckin’ gifted
I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly being prodded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catchin’ up with me
Takin’ my inner child, I’m fighting for it, custody

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huh

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Then you can't tell me nothing, right?

Excuse me, is you sayin' somethin'?

Ah uh, you can't tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Ha ha, you can't tell me nothin'

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które to już okrążenie?

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Good morning. 

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