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It's been a while since I've seen you smile, And just for you I'd walk a thousand miles. Can't stand the wyld phyre you put in my heart, I should've know when I felt that spark, put it in park then neutral, but the head games you're playin are sayin that the feelin's ain't mutual, it's unusual the way you do the things you do to me inside and out this payne in my brain got me wantin to shout, I've got all the clout rastafi all right get high, but don't fucks with the lye all this shit ya been hearin I've been holdin inside and lettin the payne subside push it all aside in drive the car gets pulled foward The doc says I'm ill in the head by the way that I spit good size of a hole in ya head I can tell just from the size of the clip I let rip the shit it gets so sick unhostpitable my flows leave all you hoes leakin like porno chicks with dildo's left feelin more embarassed than the great benzino unknown lyrical one man show I know your prolly think that I'm cut and pastin this rhyme but listen to the radio and cd's you won't hear this shit one time I ain't wastin a dime on what's in them thighs you payin for me fuck wit me one more thyme and for shure yul bleed. Eyes turn green cuz words are obscene that gansta lookin punk up on the phucken scene Triple be nah I ain't talkin bout cars, fill up my cup you know I'm talkin bout smirnoff. Breathe stretch an shake it off, sawed off fitted right under the seat when the desert eagle stops spittin like sunflower seeds::N'd TranceMission::