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Chase And Status

You Don't Care, About me, Anymore, Thats why you, you wanna break my heart, Into pieces on the floor. If you don't care, About me, Anymore, why do you

Sweet sensation I am a man with a heavy heart And I dent onto the pages Writing with automatic self destruction I- It's a blind faith A cruel waste

When my mind stops thinking My eyes stop blinking I hope Somebody's there And my heart stops beating And my lungs stop breathing In air I hope somebody cares When the blood dries in my veins and

bedroom council flat , the father beats her, but as the time past he disappeared. Six months later and he's back on the scene, He's lost his job and and

like a fanny pack Chasing the stardom would turn you to a maniac All the way in hollywood and I can't even act They pull their cameras out and god damn

Pita Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator. Check your head for the new style Fuck Lawerence Powell and Presino, Wynd and

of content rising spores from a dying world to pollute and chase away what's left Sun-white pulverised desert stone and serpentine lizard mouths Pales

in her ass To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and

bad hip like a fanny pack Chasing that stardom would turn you into a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act They pull their cameras out and