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Planes Mistaken For Stars Little Death

dove? It don't matter baby, we're both fucked. A little death. A sleight of hand. I bit your lip, you let me in. A little white god, a little white lie

yo, it's time to slow up Little man on the block with the plans to blow up You cane make it out of the ghetto if you reach for the stars When the times

were stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow Then he made you temporary replacement for

stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow Then he made you temporary replacement for

stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow Then he made you temporary replacement for

stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow Then he made you temporary replacement for

bawl Now that was for them, this is for y'all The more for the little store, the less for the mall The smarter your plan, the better for all You fail

Play it softly The truth speaks through this poetry For me to call shot Cock block my life Add a little spice Devil eyes snake rise on dice Have your fam call christ Flipmode battle for