praise the king of kings
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I used to be a fan of bliss
Used to be a daily habit smoking on that cannibus
I used to be a fan of it
I blew it so heavly I used to just fan the piff
Mary Jane and I used to fly, I was her man to kiss
It started out like any other day, I woke up to see the smile of my mother as usual.she looked as if the rays of the sunshione bounced off of her face in instant geaming to see her daughter. I got dressed like a normal day.
