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When I say this shit on a track
That mean it ain’t goin nowhere
That mean you can fit it so you could wear
The rare pen evolve quickly
Stared at me a little too long so the song turned minor from major swiftly
You a bitch g
I smoke ounces, roll pounds of piff
It be the most profound to roll round town wit gypsies
Air misty
Create mystique
North of Poughkeepsie
Peep the sixteens
I bet you’ll never solve the gods mystery
This machine release diseases upon his seed
They retreat, recede and reconvene completely!
Repeat the process surely I’m burning yall like a CD
Lync greedy to feast my teeth and these beats ziti
The plan is to never ever fold homie, I’m sticking to it
Pick the hugest link for my Cuban, hoe ya zirconia cubic
Potent music, dough for the quotes, I’m always on some new shit
Flowing thru the flood and muddy waters bitch I’m gettin to it
Overfluence, I’m rocking the fleece, I overdo it
Overshooting every single throw like I was over-juicing
Flow inducing comas, you comment so that your comment suit him
Promise you I don’t need to type different to come off cooler
Cool as car coolant not even using a special brewing
Herbal mixtures cause me to fixate on making a cool M
You dudes spew phlegm (spit) anything but bars
The Mars vision finally coming to yall
Lookin for my escape
It’s been longer than I can take
Fuck a break, need a reason to wake
Search further on the journey
The world keep turning and turning
Life make me keep learning and learning
World seem so small till you journey outside it....
The peak seem steep till you just climb it
The world seem small till you travel outside
Fly high from the energy the rhythms supply
Bodies found up in Lake Ontario
Rarely ready for action bitch you scared to go
Meanwhile I’m outside airing out ya parents home
Herringbone
The merry go round in my mental marigold
Perico how I’m pushin this music ooze out my brain and it go
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the money again, cuz muhfucka I get to the dough
Wrist it broke
Throwing hoes big long dick under the mistletoe
Wizard flows
I’m Taking big leaps pussy, you pigeon toed
You bitch about your problems but you a grown man
No chance hoe, you ever heard a soldier complain bout the way they told him to stand?
That’s what I thought...
The blunt spark at once boss, the runts harsh, my lungs parched
March nights, son the sun is dark
Run through fog, smog blurrin' my vision
Shit, it won’t dissolve
Throw the ball
Following protocol till I got pro’s to call
Drove the car out the old apartment parking lot I told you all
Flawless and bitch I’m fly of course
Never a loss when I’m in charge
Bitch
You can't do this shit better than me
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GONZO! [prod. Kypat*]
01:24
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Forfeit the game I’m in first place
The worst feared face in the whole race
Hoe gimme ya change
The rose gold filter flood the stage
Feel like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
The raw papers all blow in my face
Play ya cards right, I call my younger homie ace
Don’t show your poker face
Bro don’t make me act on all your disgrace
A roller coaster ride resemble how you move from day to day
From tray to tray I ate my lunch in school
Now I spit this flame
The blue part the hottest
Loosely threw a few of ya projects up on the grill just to go kabob it
Bitch I smoke chronic
Roll dope from paying these dollars, scholar,
The flow been polished
Rather rock a alternate color option than the proper styling
Don’t fuck wit me, peep the medallions
The peace and love concept you muhfuckas push is off balance, it’s all malice
Don’t try to up and leave either
You gon need a breather as soon as it’s silent
Then blam the silencer, hit the road right as I hear the sirens
I’m wylin
(Skit)
*Car signaling*
Ight yo,
Looks like we here
Lemme find a spot and walk up in this bitch
*Muffled sound of footsteps walking through crowded airport*
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Pull up
We at the Rochester Airport and shit
Shit, I guess we'll find out
I’m going on a trip today
Gettin away
My plane leave soon so I gotta get to the gate
I change pace
Erase fear, replace it wit faith
Say cheers, for the places that I never could stay
Took a edible before I arrived
Couldn’t bring the weed on the plane but you know I gotta stay high
I got a plug in every touchdown
Your bud make dust clouds
Motivation take me up higher than any drug now
My brain move, grey goose they servin up
Bourbon cups take a couple uppers fore I face the rush
Mix it wit 7up, total to 11 bucks
Guess that’s what I get for consuming from all these corporate fucks
Smorgasbords of reporters and tourists swarm in hordes
More than sorta, I’m lookin forward to scoring foreign whores
Making vacant sounding beats turn to movie scores
Touring for a reason I’m leaving behind this old remorse
Paradise nights, I see em in my future
Sun suits me
That’s what they telling Lone when in the hooptie
The coupe deville could never replicate the movies
Ya new v could come wit some catches you gotta proofread
Getting close now, I see it down the hallway
All day I been moving beats to the crawl space
Never let em get the best of me, that’s always
Never showin these suckas how much the ball weighs
Run up, the name Lync
Give my ticket then she click it
And tell me to proceed to the entrance
I stroll up slow hoping they don’t notice I’m stoned
My phone won’t be in the zone once we out the dimension
Yo
Approach seat 33 in the nosebleeds
Guess this where Ima be sittin for this whole dream
Wait, dream? Yes I said dream
Bitch it may seem like I carry saline solution the way I stay clean
That shit was corny as fuck man I gotta rewrite that shit...
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Yo yo yo
Lost & Found...
In Paradise...
Prepare for takeoff
I make off clean wit bake-off greens and blaze it all when I hit the seance
The payoff is reason to believe he’s a savior
The paper keep growing on trees as he pray up
I make art, then flames spark
The pay start coming in whenever you want it to homie play ya part
Make a name for yourself then supply the bars
Grinding hard and investing in yourself are just a start
No remarks cuz I know I’m smart
Throwing darts at opponents by the 2’s like it’s Noah’s Ark
Do it twice
Shooting at police? Bet I’m doin life
Through and through the night
Stay smoking on a blueish pipe
Overlooking the cliff heights
Smoking to get right
The piff price high but it hit nice
Grim plights for you and your crew if you talk shit twice
Supply knowledge suppliers wit all the insight
Yo
Intercontinental travel
Sentimental value get created from the layers of the babble
The gravel get dug up and the plane ascend to satellites
Picking the right flight for me to tackle
International mindstate
The trip takes time sometimes dog, you just gotta vibrate
Align faith wit creative freedom and fine taste
And you gon see the world open up when you migrate
Uh,
When I put the knowledge to the production
It feels like I'm about to put a boot to the percussion
Me being the greatest rapper really up for discussion
You ate the grape in a food fight when you knew you couldn't bust it
Tangled lifestyle, remind me of my necklace
Half frozen beverage in the winter time, playing records
Fly by cities, make you wanna do a drive-by wit me
Ya CD get slung like a frisbee
It's all about the butter on the Jiffy
Raps coming out the sweat glands, you feel it in your kidney
I gets busy
Lining for the nappy fro crispy
Stone Island sweats, 450's
Can't pluck my grays no more, its too many of 'em
I continue to show growth, the spokes gon gleam on em
I'm wit a mean woman who finna steam something clean at the function...
Defeated all of my demons all wit a jump kick
Yo
Intercontinental travel
Sentimental value get created from the layers of the babble
The gravel get dug up and the plane ascend to satellites
Picking the right flight for me to tackle
International mindstate
The trip takes time sometimes dog, you just gotta vibrate
Align faith wit creative freedom and fine taste
And you gon see the world open up when you migrate
(Flight Attendant)
Attention passengers, as we approach the Bermuda Triangle, a storm seems to be forming ahead so our flight may experience a bit of turbulence
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(Flight Attendant)
Everyone please return to your seats and make sure your seatbelts are fastened
Thank you!
UFO flights
Bathing in boiling Bermuda Triangle water
Fly over Mars, shit, I float nice
Roll dice
Homeowners scared cuz I’m a poltergeist
Quick to whip up new batches of dope like I’m Walter White
Kiss em on the forehead and tell em all goodnight
Only haters say this music shit ain’t shit
Take risks, I’m making it flip,
Profit came in, pocket payments cause a ruckus cuz I’m public wit the statements
In rooms full of my existential regret
No ceiling over the head of the soldier who know the ledge
Took the pledge
I’ll still remain loyal despite the feds
Bite the heads off these muhfuckas who heighten dread
The whole town smokin the dope that the homie sold
Boatloads of dough go from shore to shore and coast to coast
From Tokyo to Roanoke you know he gettin quotes for low
Lone’ll go harder than you ever seen a stoner go
Do-si-do muhfuckas thought I was supposed to croak
Overdose mode, I’m going ghost see my floating soul
Sociopath type levels of depth in most the flows
Most the foes look at each other and mutter "Bro, we toast"
Ya dog and pony show is bullshit like rodeos
Romeo ran away wit Juliet and sold his soul
He must had a extra chromosome for trusting a hoe
Pinocchio the way your nose get when bluffing to folk
Can’t trust nothing but rhythms in the trees sing the breeze back to me as the wind drift on the seas
Bitch please
I know this piff will listen to me
Fixing up to be the biggest influencer Lync can be
Muhfucka
Flying high sometimes comes wit turbulence
Need to murder the murderers to keep murderin
Burn the piff, levitate to heaven when I turn in this
For the bliss, take me to somewhere hot as the furnace is
Going down sometimes comes wit pressure
To level out the plane, you need to know how to measure
Never ever forget where you received your blessings
Never stressing in the skies cuz I learned the lessons
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Mystical thought mixed wit pitching these bars made art
State lines could never contain a God
Pace never, race hard,
Get cheddar, break laws
Doing rap just to mix the Maison Margielas wit Off White
Gettin higher than star lights, and satellites
Seeing Saturns rings on my search for human afterlife
Sacrifice the gold, then sacrifice the silver
On a pilgrimage to Mecca
See the spectrum as I kill em
Yall Awful
You tryna do things that’s unlawful
In the eyes of a hustla better hope you never cross em
Shit I lost em
They writing the rules as we go
Wit laws that enforce em
Pace yourself before security get harmful
Before ya family get mournful
Already bought your coffin and they scripting out how they gon act remorseful
I’m vacationing in paradise through portals
Mere mortals think they petty opinions gon be resourceful
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Spend my time just ridin through the state
Truth a mile away
Find a way to smile everyday
If you can’t, it’s no point in living life that way
Shit's never that serious
Mood change wit the strain
This shangri-la that I reside in keep me rhymin'
Skybourne Seas look peach colored when gliding
Never believe till people start buying
The gettin ahead of yourself game get violent
My ride quick, you gon ride dick once you find this
Five six
Shit like clockwork when I’m high bitch!
Rhyming quick is how muhfuckas think that they hot shit
Watch this, I fly high up in the cockpit regardless
Negative opinions never phase me
The paisley on my bitch sundress look wavy
The way seasons change reflect the way I may seem
Life imitates art, which imitates me
The Sunday driver, love to get higher
Roll the spliff then I go spit this fire
The rift made from this shit split Miss Gaia
Drift in space till the scripts slit these liars
In vein
Know Christ the name that you speakin'
When you saying on god and proceed being facetious
Be the beacon
Not the dim light cast
Might not last in this life without class
In the clouds where the Skybourne Seas lie
Sorta like my personal Shangri-La
Drug free when I’m here, this my detox
Peacock colors when I’m peeking from the treetops
Airborne Aquariums like I’m Spitta
The water waves splash when there’s weed in the picture
Tobacco leaf mixed wit the piff is a great mixture
My paradise flight just got a little swifter
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Yea yea yea
Yo yo yo
(Flight Attendant)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Kahului Airport
The local time is currently 3:33 PM and the temperature is 82 degrees
For your own safety, please remain seated for the next couple minutes until the plane has come to a complete stop, and then you'll be asked to exit one by one
Thank you for flying with us here at Exotica Airlines
Enjoy your stay!
We fuckin' here man
Ayo Flash tell em what the fuck is up
[Verse 1: Flashius Clayton]
[Verse 2: Lync Lone]
Inverted rainbows
Purple come first
Serving to make dough
Spit the same dope that’s on tony’s table
Yayo
Perfect smirk
Give a Birkin purse to a Fake hoe
Change clothes
Swerve the Range Rove not the Laredo
Fear and Loathing, my fear imploded
Molding a soldier story
Hoping the flows help me meet all the poets who go before me
Hold the door please
Summer nights, some are nice
Others mostly cold and stormy
In my crib it’s homey
Smoke wit all the homies when I’m lonely
Choking when chiefing this bogey
Nicotine breeze float like a boat be
This poison help ease up my domepiece
Roper beats, bon appetit
Hoe, don't make me go up and leave
Fuck a beast, bitch I’m a freak yo
Explore abandoned areas causing em mass hysteria
Prepare yourselves to defeat me
I double dog dare ya
Get as high as humanly possible
Rock a show while I’m rockin Lo
Pots and stoves how I cook this dope when on the road
Apostles know they only believe in Lone for the gospel quotes
Throwin pasta dinners wit mimosa toasts
Comatose
Molehills turn to mountains like the Poconos
I need to go astonish, smoke chronic,
Sonically mold a flow
I need a pocohontas, roll blunts long as Pinocchio nose
Think Ima overdose
Too much dope pouring out my soul
Rose gold
These hoes always know so the goal is to let em think they know when they never really will know
Yo
Impractical jokers, you clowns stay attacking the culture
Flapping ya vulture wings right at my sculptures
I’m Whitey Bulger minus being a rat
Enlightened Despot, make your deathwish get granted
Leave him slanted, ran out the back
I might just snap, crackle, pop and unload on you worthless souls
I’m like a killer bird that’s perched to go
Shit irreversible
I show no mercy, bitch, I go berserk until the curtains close
Like Raoul D
uke how I stay riding dirty in convertibles
Yo
My hearse is gold
Let's get the fuck outta here man
We in paradise now
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Making life seem touché
I’m too great
The truth reside in every single human since birth
You too late
The booze loosen the screws and it boost my lucid thoughts
Cruise the blunt I spark, throw darts
Park in parking lots
Spark the pot
Be the best I could
To rhyme this good takes dedication that you could never build up for good
The riddle never get solved,
But we tried, so it’s valid
Peep the patterns painted on the outside of the palace
The malice you mustered up shows
You must heard how they all try to catch up
But bless up cuz fuck no
The dust glow, dust mites grow, the lust never slows
Never slow down,
The showdown is versus Lone
Prone to no damage, go vanish
Own my own hands and with those I manage to mold my own city like Atlantis
Caused a panic when I touch down
The town go bananas,
Fuck floating
Every single muhfucka drown
Ground pound, wall jump, boss up
Mothafuckas round this town all suck balls up
You parch up
Dart throwing become my hobby when I’m stoned in the lobby
The bartender will prolly offer me sloppy
Kemosabe
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Making bags of paper evaporate from my mind
Track the flavor when you inhale the vapor to sit inside
Psilocybin mind state disintegrating the pride
The blind disintegrate in front of my eyes
I make time for rhymes not FaceTime
You a make believer in his prime
See the signs
Follow what God told you and clear ya mind
Your kind I don’t vibe with
Crying only help if you got someone to cry with
This vibe lit
Five, six, seven
Why mix blessings wit ill intention?
Peep the message!
The pen is on top, popping the best shit
I give credit
To legends before me who built the weapons
Fuck ya mentions
My brethren gon' tear shit up any second
You a dead-end
Wet up ya whole crib as a lesson
Bitch you guessed it
You mess with Lync Lone homie, you stressing
Press the button motherfucker
Just one touch and you destined
Heaven-bound
Sever the king head for the crown
Smoke pounds, pound sign, hashtag pass that loud
Fuck the ground
Stay up high in the sky, won't drown
Flow round
Pounce on an opponent stompin him down
Muhfucka
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A man get what a man get
Since sanskrit was written in the limestone brick
Since the hieroglyphs
Ancient Egyptians moved bricks wit the swiftness
The misprints have misconstrued history, that’s given
Man the mission is
To fly with the eagles, swim with the fishes
Be a figment of the Earth's imagination for a minute
The business move slow when you don’t give a shit, man
The piff strand I puff on got me above land
Dustpan to these rappers
Can't make my legs go any faster
Many pastors claim to see the light
But I think they cappin
Type proto
Albums created solo
The spokesman to do it yourself and never fold
Hoe the quotables make me dough here, you don’t know?
The biggest whales still breathe through small blowholes
The rose gold charm on my bitch?
Even the rose gold
Lone lookin for quick cash
Yall in slow mo
I needed to wake up a little and see
That life maybe could be what I want it to be
Feeling sentimental driving thru this dark city
Cinematic vision, acid give me reasons to breathe
When I look over my shoulder, hope they be there
But if they not, gotta keep it movin, can’t be scared
Uh
The formula is not real
There’s more than one way to do it
Ya corpse cry post mortem tears
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Hunting for truth never recoup the same
Looking for knowledge and proof
But it just 'poof!' and dissipate
Seeing the stars line up in the sky
This life is a game
Smoke float away
Ion even care anyway
Always had something to prove, so now I’ll prove it
Make influences come over to my side for the music
Your paint peeling, my paint new
I paint new shit too
You dudes riding out the same album till next June
I make moves, pay dues,
Shine and polish my shoes
Psilocybin got me vibin
I’m high from eating the shrooms
Trees grew, free fruit
Hunting for truth never recoup the same
Looking for knowledge, dissipate
Seeing the stars in the sky
Life is a game
Smoke float away ion even care anyway
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High altitude
See me when I’m rising high
Ride or die
Flying through the sky
How do I survive?
Muhfuckas tryna turn they ego into pride
Ego death happened a long time ago for me guys
Rhyming high on a ten speed
Making my ends meet made me sacrifice being friendly
Mention me when ya talkin bout who the best to beat
Next to see the throne, Lync lone gon make em rest in peace
Through my eyes, make it last longer
All the sad songs making me sad, so I’m gon pass on em
Rap on these tracks
Gettin through the bad karma
Bad parts of life are just perspective
Light marijuana
Take the shrooms, take the acid
Don’t take it too serious or else you put yourself in a casket
Yo
Muhfuckas attackin me
Rising high till the day I’m dying
Yo
Flow blasphemous
The body been taken and shaken after death
Roll the sess, pussy, pass the piff
Mastered this a long time ago
Just had to ash the spliff
Had to chill for a second
Mastermind a plan to win
Now I’m Lost & Found in Paradise
Depending on a pair of dice deciding my fate
Will I make em say goodnight?
Fly
Glide through the moonlit sky
Never been taken advantage of
I got too much pride
Rhyme how the fuck I want,
Letting my mind ride
But don't get it twisted son, I do this music shit to survive!
Smoke pine tree, pick it in my path
Picket fence could never ever separate me and my fuckin mans
Break the door down about him
Make the room shake about a dollar so you know a thousand of em make him go to war
Load the cornucopia wit drugs and try em all
Never turn back
You could be behind a diamond wall
Fly around tall
Make calls like I’m writing scores
Make these boys quit
No shit
I’m applying force
Rhyming hard to turn bars to portals
You dying hard, learned art from immortals
Yo
High altitude
See me when I’m rising high
Ride or die
Flying through the sky
How do I survive?
Muhfuckas tryna turn they ego into pride
Ego death happened a long time ago for me guys
Rhyming high on a ten speed
Making my ends meet made me sacrifice being friendly
Mention me when ya talkin bout who the best to beat
Next to see the throne, Lync lone gon make em rest in peace
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My soul lurking up in the stars
Searching for solace
Polish surfaces
Learning knowledge when you purchase my shit
Hurt my eyelids looking thru layers
Cleaning my dirty conscience till it’s spotless
Spot a cop so then I hit that spot less
You come up short like a mock neck
Popping him till he walk less,
You tend to talk less if your dead, man
Prowling round this town like a dead man
The pressure on my shoulders got me feeling like I’m locked in a headstand
The bread made his friends get clenched hands
Don't let your people ever get jealous when you finally hit seven
Figures the checks slowly get bigger, I’m living off it
Blessings on blessings, never could disrespect my involvement
I smoke chronic
Load up the docks
Boaters be honest
Lone controlling this whole lake and this wave you stay on it
No ones ever proud of a follower
The trendsetters get misunderstood till everybody get onto em
Flows I'm polishing em like I was bartering
Marketing trends don't mean jack shit to me till I’m profiting
Cones sparkin' e, I'm rollin in piff
Preaching gospel shit, I only spoke it if it’s legit
I’m no apostle kid
It’s Obvious I’m up to some shit
Tryna get money in my pockets and spread life lessons to coexist
Soul searching
Dirty my spirit to put the work in
Earning rap money, filling my stomach from CD purchases
Personal bliss is something I interpret as a safe haven
You making payments to get ya plays again
Make it make sense bro
Don’t make it more hard to get
I’m offering gems in every offering, talkin' my shit
These prophecies simply bleed out when I pick up the pen
Your enemies are heathens and he gon make it seem like you friends bitch
The collector of souls stare in ya eyes
Life do or die like suicide, who am I?
Take the stairway to heaven after Lone has been crucified
Sacrifice, we all die alone in this lucid life
Do it right
Take a few influences and use ya might
Thru the night, repeating exercises to spew it nice
Threw a seed and roots of a tree grew to the hugest height
Prove to be the illest MC
You ever seen in flight
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Amplified emotions
Banned from town, exile to the oceans
Motion sickness never happen on my boat
I’m smoking potent
Soothing breeze, moving thru the trees
Feeling frozen
Paralyzed by the beauty of this chosen life
Load the dope in the pipe to get my focus right
Then I rise to the skies as karma roll the dice
Sprinkle piff all up in the mixture to get my filter straight
Hearing colors, seeing sounds
Music help me motivate
Load the bays wit faces
And load the baseball plates wit players so I could hit it home and make a replacement
To make payments for the rent you gotta be all in
And right now I’m too broke to be all in
Yo
I can’t do this shit anymore
The post-mortem report is mortifying
Go mourn what you lost
Paid a cost not to be a boss, but to be a god
I sing this odd rhythm and get you focused on where you belong
Clear the bong
Ripping this Durban walker to keep me strong
Merging lanes, murdering lames
Maintain a grimace thru the thickest fog
Sipping water, agua my go-to
Packs of blunts I roll thru
Backwoods fuckin my lungs up as the smoke moves
Back and forth I see the old you
Ghosts and memories combine to form a figure imitating your moves
This life is nifty
Shit get kinda trippy sometimes
Trees provide shade
Shade provide vibes
Word
Viewing new Hawaiian heights up on Mauna Loa
Moving thru the zeitgeist,
Zipping thru the system solar
Seeing how these guys disguise they pride wit lies
Peeping how the games played, gotta personify
Day trips like I’m hiking Mauna Kea
These other muhfuckas I would never wanna be em
Rope pullin' me thru and thru and thru
Floating up high as I cruise
As I sit here
On the edge of this water
Looking out at this beautiful purple sunset
Smoking this fat ass blunt
All I gotta say is wow man
Wow
We on the way home now
But uh
Thank you for listening along the way
And following me along with my journey
This has been my experience of getting Lost & Found: In Paradise!
Thru every bump on the plane ride
Every mountain I climb
I try to do it with as much energy as humanly possible man
For this little corner of life I'm in
Gotta maximize it
My only goal is to try to expand it as much as possible
I need a vessel
Something to propel me
Take me there
Every time I'm on a record that's the goal
Too many people see the mountains in the distance and are satisfied with the view but,
If you can't make your own vehicle to get there
There may be not be any point in this life
So
You gotta try that shit
I'm tryna live in paradise muhfucka
Yeah
Thank you again
Till next time
Peace
Yea yea!
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