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02-15-2013, 07:26 PM
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Join Date: Feb 2013
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Day 2: Mr. Nobody
Instrumental: She was the bomb until we fell out... I was her shelter, but just a shell now; I let her pick a pen pal.... She plucks another feather from her wings... And dips it in her muddy makeup just so we may catch up on things It's just unbearable, the heaviness I carry through You're so fragile... I don't know who I trust to care for you... It's no dice if they're pro-life and I done thrown twice Two snake eyes, like I won; it's my sun that broke ice... I'm runnin' low on life and shouldering these snowy skies... She's cookin' up with her silver spoon and it's no surprise... My line ripped from the horizon for that smoker's high... It's no doubt we broke out after that lotion dried.... She blows goodbyes just like they're daddy's wallet... She'd sniff the kisses that I blew to get her through if she was barely conscious Flippin' the script like a pharmacist, karma is Addicted to everything but me (I'm Mr. Nobody) [x4]
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