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Haze

me Purple haze, Tell me, baby, tell me I can't go on like this Purple haze You're makin' me blow my mind...mama Purple haze, n-no, nooo Purple haze, no

Well, I know it's just a spring haze. But I don't much like the look of it. And if omens are a god-send like men, breezing in. Certain these clouds go

She wants to live Caged as she waits inside Hates and she wants to die Get me back from this haze Get me back from this haze Get me back from this haze

Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really good? Part 2, what happens when you combine The darkness with the light? Yeah, I am more

Remember I'm a man of respect Remember, remember Santana was next Now it's not techs, it's checks and fancy collects I want his wrist, fist, whole had

Killa, baby, Kayne this that 1970's heroin flow Yeah, let's speed it up, y'all hear people talking 'bout Who high, who not, I'm back in Man, they don'

Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp,

Killa, killa, dipset man Aye yo, you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man But ain't no place like Harlem man Let me break it down man

Hey, shortie what's goin' on what's up, what's poppin'? Oh, shit what's up killa what's goin' on? Ay, I was, I'm bout to go out of town You goin' with