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letra de hard-eyes - clipping.

[verse 1]
keep the family close and the ghosts in the closet with the safe
certain things ain’t made to be encrypted
take that to the crypt for the loyal
soil content could make a bomb
with what they threw out the window with the oil
the grass green long as the machine count
got that after fingers cramped ’cos of the amount
try to cloud hustle but the flight made him sick
can’t bite a bit but can write his name on a brick (write his name on a brick)
so he built a house out and digitised it
and then flipped that without evеr moving sh-t (without ever moving sh-t)
cheesing cnn that tees fly faster than thе trees that he used to hustle
all these memories in the muscles
b-st-rd from the cracked plaster
many dogs never muzzled so he talked that sh-t (so he talked that sh-t)
from the chair on the porch
probably where he still sit (probably where he still sit)
even when the earth burnt up

yeah that’s correct

- clipping

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