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I'm staying up late at night my moms say it's wrong I say it's right sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder of I think on it too long I'll ponder on the subject that won't love but here I see a white dove I can't even sleep because of all the cries wake up look around all I see is bags in my eyes I don't care I have stuff to do even if I had a cold I would give you the flu happening don't know who got my backs I can't spit or rhyme all I'm spitting is straight facts waste of money you think this is funny I pull up on a cloudy day and still make it sunny it's 3 in th morning yeah I see my rapper name is tilo also xmg I thought I had this just like a kiss you think this is bad you should see my Swiss yellow mellow I'm a good fellow pulled so hard she said hello the person who said hello was everybody that was ever there for me and I'm like where to be you see now you know me half tilo half xmg creates me thank god
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