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All winter I walk with red eyes
Smile a dead smile
Beds my haven I wake up
I get vile

An old buddy called me
I haven't heard him, I haven't hurt him
In a long time
Get smile

2015¤180

Yeah it's been a good trip
I keep looking in the mirror, thinking this is it
When I'm still barely getting started
What's art, who is I, where's the party?

2015¤179

And rap till the world is changing
Then maybe some day I can go on vacation and get time back
And I can go home to my kitchen, shift a position, sit down and listen,
Hear, hear while I'm in my chair, at home on my home

2015¤178

I listen to Hopsin and get inspired
Feeling higher than aspiring popstars in a flier
I got far guess I'll lay back and retire... fuck that
I'm like Marshall all that Mathers is

2015¤177

I'm just a white rapper Rittz, I'm just a white rapper!
I'm the whack one they're all coming after!
Better attack! Gun em down like a massacre!
Then run the asphalt fast like it's Nascar!
And go past far, go star-far
In my macked out car back to Svalbard
Haul ass go fall-fast past Wall marts
All cars crawl all yall are like tractors

2015¤176

Don't care.
Living life, making the most here.
I'll keep going till I'm a ghost clear
Translucent like the white around an eggyolk yeah
I have no fear, I went through them all now the coast's clear
Suppose peers have a point when they say I'm no real
I hide inside and abide time like the Pope´s peers

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