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L I V E F R O M C L O U D 9
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Mag.Lo
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Uh, makin' hits in such great succession Takes a mind with some great direction So while sometimes I be hella stressin’ Like [?] denim with Odell Beckham See, faint of heart? I weigh eighty cars And my ace is hard, why'd he show affection? Imaginary friend beat the clutch on some metaphysical aftermath When these [?] around me I feel like [?] I'm Mojo Man but I’m fickly built Sickly skill with that mental ill Internal screaming "He need some milk" and I need to chill with that Journal entries getting way too abstract I might see Jesus on a Dali Cross if I keep on playin' with tesseracts And man when it get this bad? Thought back to when I invented Mag Thought back to pen and hit the pad every day And these whispers slowly might start to change Be careful what you wish for, huh? Might just open Pandora's Dystrophy in my morals and my chest beatin' like morse code Perspectives keep me unsure of sh*t Now God is lookin' like [?] Upside down in these kaleidoscopes and I see no God in these foreign halls Just money grabs and a slick suit with a haircut that says it all And a judge fresh full of [?] with a dominatrix just crush his balls and I'm tired man But at least I got a couple hired hands And the [?] loves it when I keep it coming I [?] for weeks and months and then-
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