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midnight rush with a pen in my hand,
inkin' lincoln, sandscript with a fan.
remembering me before we began,
sometimes i felt so def in the jam.
but the ones who loved me told me to stop,
like "home girl, can't catch shit if it drops."
a superwoman chick, you know that i am.
some shit don't fly by me in a man.'cause i do not accept any less ( Read more... )
inkin' lincoln, sandscript with a fan.
remembering me before we began,
sometimes i felt so def in the jam.
but the ones who loved me told me to stop,
like "home girl, can't catch shit if it drops."
a superwoman chick, you know that i am.
some shit don't fly by me in a man.'cause i do not accept any less ( Read more... )
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