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Killa Instinct

Yah..
I'm working on my temple.
Follow me home,
Take a walk with me,
Treat me like a Jew.
Treat me as a fluid,
Can you swim with me, 
And label me as good wine.
It's darker during the downfall, 
With these careless winds,
As these views are fuse in the soot.
I rather be that Django Lion. 
With killa instinct.



TmTs

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