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Atmosphere To All My Friends Blood Makes The Blade Holy The Atmosphere

must get paid here Blood rush, raised up to the majors [Slug] I was living at my dad's crib still a kid, when my best friend began to drift So I guess

right? Bye bye, wish you luck with life But I'd be damned if, I let you manage to bless that blade and keep taking advantage Look man, yeah you shook my

nine bottles of ink on the wall Stare at the stars, blink and they fall Stand tall and shrink, small Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall Y'all not