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Only One Could Ignite
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March 2011 I'm tired of livin in the past,
startin in first and endin up in last,
not bein cast for a party when i'm the art,
bringin in crowds to fill in the part,
weak heart racin from these constant blunts,
minds retracin all the lies and fronts,
mistook you for a Hunts Point hobby,
rememberin the good ole days waitin in your lobby,
broke my heart leavin me sobby,
losin my mind like Bobby,
place me firmly above your figure,
another time couldn't happen any quicker,
i'm slimmin when you're gettin thicker,
beer goggles off now i'm gettin sicker,
this piece will certainly hit ya,
like a fitted it's the right size to fit ya,
like a wick you're waitin,
until a lighter comes you're just datin,
losin fath and wishin that one girl,
was more involved in your world.
