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Come back to me. 
tank on E but i got that stank on me gassed up in this bitch is you higher than me? got a pack a swish a bowl and home made bongs fast food fried nigga im dipped like a sunday cone
From thee Earth it grow One of His very own creations This feeling is going so slow For these radical denominations We express our love in tree Show them we won't stop Partaking with such glee
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