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I sit on the beak of the Glock, I roll over, I take a shot, and come on, let's fuck off.
It's a blur in the top, I know you feel it, let the path move.
Gabriel tore my trunk off and kicked me out of my room, fucked up.
I sit on the beak of the Glock, I roll over, I take a shot, and come on, let's fuck off.
It's a blur in the top, I know you feel it, let it move.