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Cash, Money, Hero
I'm paying for a kilo,
Circles of smoke,
But skipping the coke,
Lets get high,
And be able to fly,
We hafta hit the floor,
When the cops go by,
Theyre so oblivious,
To alllll of this,
But we never back down,
So lets roll into town.
I'm paying for a kilo,
Circles of smoke,
But skipping the coke,
Lets get high,
And be able to fly,
We hafta hit the floor,
When the cops go by,
Theyre so oblivious,
To alllll of this,
But we never back down,
So lets roll into town.
Published 23rd Oct 2010
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23rd Oct 2010 8:24pm
