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and you know I fear so Will I be dead and buried? I never claimed to be no angel though I tell you in the songs I wrote The glass went smash that was

mind and I fear so, Will I be dead and buried? I never claimed to be no angel though, I tell you in the songs I wrote, The glass went smash that was

mind and I fear so, Will I be dead and buried? I never claimed to be no angel though, I tell you in the songs I wrote, The glass went smash that was

the slab, nigga Before we burn out It's billionaire frames Cherry wood grain Two on the Benz Glass top switching lanes Hundred thousand acres 10 on the hill Over city view

unspoken for the songs just left unsung for the sins left unforgiven, for the love made on the run I'll sing and toast with free spirits and smash my glass

on the block with my dogs, walkin you cats To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap Lookin awkward at ya rear view See my scope peer though

Here at the glass - all the usual problems, all the habitual farce. You ask, in uncertain voice, what you should do as if there were a choice but to carry

on the block with my dogs, walkin you cats To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap Lookin awkward at ya rear view See my scope peer though

its time to burn get your gasoline then a rag stuff it in a bottle hit that window, fill your bag you smash the state when you smash that glass an activist