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• Artiste: Sudan Archives
• Titre: Ms. Pac Man
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They say love is like a maze, like a maze, and some bonus points I'm about to hit it round two, let me roll this joint If I can't die and come back to life, tell me, what's the point? I'm a crazy motherfucker and we 'bout to light it in this joint I need a hood nigga with the plug on an emulator We don't fuck with these fucking ghosts, they some instigators Eating bitches up kinda scary, we don't give a fuck Watch the numbers scroll up, watch the numbers scroll up Round one, nonstop, first class, fat ass Relax, this not gonna be nothing like your past Anyway, round two, so sick, pee-yew Breeze through, look at, look at you I think that you're cute Put it in my mouth, then my bank account Fuck you on the couch in my favorite blouse They confuse how I fuse, how I do, how I move They don't know, they don't even know I eat these bitches too Love is often seen as a fundamental human experience that can inspire creativity Compassion and connection, but it can also lead to pain and heartbreak They say fame is like a maze, like a maze, and some bonus points I'm about to hit it round three while I roll this joint Feel like I just died, came back to life, got a billion points I'm a wavy motherfucker and we 'bout to light it in this joint I need a real nigga, no love for an emulator Pop a Power Pellet, get ghost on some instigators Eating bitches up kinda scary, we don't give a fuck Watch the numbers scroll up, watch the numbers scroll up Watch the numbers scroll up Watch the numbers scroll up Watch the numbers scroll up Watch the numbers scroll up Watch the numbers scroll up Round one, nonstop, first class, fat ass Relax, this not gonna be nothing like your past Anyway, round two, so sick, pee-yew Breeze through, look at, look at you I think that you're cute Put it in my mouth, then my bank account Fuck you on the couch in my favorite blouse They confuse how I fuse, how I do, how I move They don't know, they don't even know I eat these bitches too Put it in my mouth, then my bank account Fuck you on the couch in my favorite blouse Put it in my mouth, then my bank account Silly little llama, put it in my mouth