wants my soul So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin' Rollin' in a G ride on my way to Harlem
wants my soul So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin Rollin in a G ride on my way to Harlem
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