Memory lane
Take a trip down memory lane where me and Suga Shane use to bang cocaine in our veins. Just maintain from the pain that left us stained soaked by the purple rain. Tracers following every movement kinda looks like your watching a ceiling fan. Echos of sound bouncing off every object. Reflecting back on memory lane trying to keep it slain so there it always remains
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