Summertime recovery

The weather is severe. I'm laying my head at night any place thats here. Imma make it doe. The devil cant keep me down long. So i'm gone recover. Taking it two steps at a time. Cause things can change at the drop of a dime. Simple sense. I got confidential wealthy so i'm gone get rich. Hating is a disease so i got them lookin sick.

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