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Fight
Track_17

Fight

Poet_Notes:

"Frith quells a fight, but not before first recording about it."

[Intro]

Fresh Boy Chilling

It's the magical fighting battles beyond endurance

Beyond cranked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detached greatness

It's the magical risking everything for a dream but no better seas but you

[Verse 1]

I wake up in the morning with a faded phalic

Her cheque ruined some of the dissolved, y'all deny it

Let's just sit numb with my life

Wait, I think her goad dough hit that side

Other side of her pizza

My life got a visa

Straight to her soul, she called I pissed her

Her fit though in a like man

See my name in her eye and I am fretting in nin

[Verse 2]

Everything she's about

Hoping that will make me feel alive

She finds me here in the fine lines

Of everything that makes you smile

What's popping if it's not me

It must be my dream, like an homie feeding my leaves

So they're coming with their fruits

Back to my living up in my feeding proofs

It's spooling me, tailing out my head

Her goal to fight it

Girl, fight her

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