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July 2012 Man we just pawns to a supposed illuminati,
must mean they planned on me smoking this gotti,
left me with nobody, but brains and entertainment,
left me shy so when it comes to music in public i barely play it,
you hate life so you try to not try as much,
die not trying so you just break up a dutch,
with a fine touch you pop the top on the bottle,
drunk and high alone thinking of a model,
cause on full throttle i catch up to say,
that i have yet, to this very day,
met a girl who in some crazy way,
calms me completely with the words she just says,
nor have i met a girl so beautiful inside,
and outside, everything about you lifts my pride,
sure love can blind, but emotions can show,
you exactly where you're supposed to go.
