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baby you're confused disillusioned about who's being used exchange your body for jewels then laugh like they're the fools I know you're so tunnel visioned cause your mission is paper but shed tears in the dark cause that's when sadness invades ya you know the game advertise your aass and titties but through your souls windows your pupils pleads for pity but still she club like she crazy her mom raising her babies little daughter taking it in probably grow the same way you need to stop and try to raise your kids cause what it is ain't what you think it is but what it is you need to analyze your actions i know you taking giant steps but you walking backwards

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