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are starting to close. And you drew a rose my, my. Your mind it is original, oh. You're a skeleton key, opening me,. My, my; your mind it is original,. Girl you're the original. Always were. And
everywhere. I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos. Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's. Took it to my stash box, 560 State Street. Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons with