Eyes are the window to the soul, too many people lookin, so I blow a dutch and leave em half closed, movin' fast on the path, ask me how I know, cuz I can't seem to count the white lines on the road, look in the clouds for the reason why, either I'm gonna blow, or just die with the heathens high, got me lookin' at the game with an evil eye.
Styles P
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