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A drive down a highway can feel as if it lasts forever. The lights pass overhead, casting shadows across the road at an even tempo. The radio keeps in time to the beat of each passing line painted on the road.
I'm about to flow in Heavy winds hittin lately but we aint even lookin' The world going through shit but you are still foolin' Plus all these young niggaz coming through with no endz
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