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My Lady Four

'm stupid? So I'll grin and play pretend. that you meant no harm then, that we could all be friends while you explain away the blade in my back and I

been cut on a different day, long before you man. Or was that your plan? I played my part, I'm sorry, but this whole mess won't fall upon me, or my

And I am sorry that I'm not, the kind of person we all thought, I was. And I am sorry that I lost, lost track of who I am, and who I'm not. Let's set

So call me the victim, of circumstances but... I own up to what I've done. While you cower behind, who you can blame it on. Break me down, this ain'

So here it starts now, in ignorance of the topic we present. Or are you over it, so over it, I say your vision mide as well be thinner than, the paper

your life that movie kind of ending, like you're watching you on the big screen... They call you the courier, of Death! Dream Killer, Heart chiller, you poisoned my

a coin caught up in games like a toy, and I, will burn you reckless.. So this where I press, my fingers to my chest and I'll express my only goal. If

bird, yes the bird is the word It go one for the trebble, two for the times, and three for my homies and four for the dimes Singin' lemons to the limes

truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my