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For Me

by Truant

When I say I ride with You I'm down with You I wised up Hit them streets Not gonna Be a slave To this Motherfucking Machine Blues skies Dead eyes They keep chasing That dream They're a slave To the machine So I'll keep it On the cool Keep it 100 It's not for you It's for me Yeah It's for me I'm finally free..... Can't you see What it really Means To be free.... You feed the machine I'll keep chasing Them Ketamine Dreams Truant
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