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There's a man with a friendly plea
Who drink cofee rather than tea
I've been listen to his prophercy
And I don't need another
He smoke super fine clove cigarette
There's a man fight for demand where I could never win a game
My first to protect my hugs to attack
How could you tell me whose to blame?
World is full of amateur
Their is acting like a pro
If I could talk like a holyman
Can I be the cannonist to??
Super fine clove cigarette...