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There goes a boy with standards that hoist his
Voice in choices more like he's of choices
He won't stand up he's so clam'd up
That he feels like oysters,this boy is boisterous
Normally noiseless as soon as his poise left
- by sammyslamin |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/31/2011 |
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- Title: Token
- Artist: sammyslamin
- Description: Lyrics from a rap I made awhile ago
- Date: 07/31/2011
- Tags: token
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