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tense If you ain't talking bout rocks we ain't got nothing in common Fuck that and that's just common sense what the [Pusha T:] Came in the game, 8 years

[Pusha T:] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this fucking kitchen A birdseye view got me channelling my vision

the rest of the girls in the park She pretends she shields her heart Against the slaying of young girls such tender hearts She said Don't let them push

The masochism is alive, My desire for skin is unnerving, Flesh to flesh the taste of the death, temptations rise. Now if she could only speak we could

't you push me, push me, push me, Don't you push me down Don't you push me, push me, push me, Don't you push me down Don't you push me, push me,