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Texas Boy


 Earpulgs in Bs out

Slow beats is who  I am 

Chopped & Screwed 

Lone star state is where I belong

Verses on a rap are words I don't have a chance to say.

SOLO is the way

People be glaring at me like I did something wrong

They don't even know me , just my name.

Its cool with me

If it keeps the phony ass people away from me that are suppose to be called my classmates.

 

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