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Clash of the Weekend
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October 2011 Step into my world and rock to my jams,
beavers don't all communicate yet all build dams,
only way i conversate is after a couple grams,
still only talking about all my past scams,
so much for being the perfect couple,
barely help my waistband, you're a cheap buckle,
still when i had numerous shit to juggle,
you were always by my side ready to snuggle,
perfect ending to struggling is from a shovel,
you had me thinking you were sweet filled like truffles,
consuming all your junk til fat replaced my muscles,
thinking about our future, you were showing me the hustles,
sick of being down and finally blue eyes caught me by surprise,
telling me everything but lies,
about to spend the weekend, prepared for the tries,
as love and fear clash as the overpowering sides.
