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Cypress Hill » Dust |
When people stare at the scene like a machine of the team
Looking for theme between cracks searching for cream
Physical image can never be lost
Never be cleverly read or took on into the search of your own
Suckers are looking for treasures and pleasures endeavours images of plastic
Material whenever your ready your steady rolling with deadly and friendly
Territorial glorious story you've heard nothing but bull for me
Comming from ghetto the g
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