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The FOG - Wstdyth
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The FOG Wstdyth

The FOG - Wstdyth
Undercover jeans with the fringe
Always keep a maté in my fridge
Scrying in a mirror, catch a glimpse
Full moon shining make me shift
I said some stupid shit
But shit, it got me here
I don't rock fear of god
I got none to fear
Fire in my jaw, smoke coming out my ears
Horses in the car, smoke coming out the rear
Meltwater pulse on the horizon, i think i’ve seen a prophecy i think it's time man
Pearls on me, pull me out the sea im getting fried man
I been lonely lately, im still feeling fine
Rocking undercover jeans with the fringe
Elven king, i split a P into some zips
Magic ring, i keep my precious on my hip
Diving in the deep end for a dip
I just spent a weekend in the city
Making money, making beats, on my feet, cooked rickies
Punching in like may weather money
I'm a big spender
Dance until i change the weather, but i’m still rocking the down feathers
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