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The Quarter After Too Much To Think About

inside always remains you somehow free my mind I can't explain to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about

inside always remains you somehow free my mind I can't explain to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about

inside always remains you somehow free my mind I can't explain to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about

, I said, "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch He said, "Tell me about it" Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast It was all over by quarter

face in his stinky twat and go alalalala Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind That's why I ain't thinking about you,

about a quarter after nine, I know, I opened up A verse with that line before, but I'ma say it one mo' time I think I drunk too much wine Anybody got

through your crew, now whatchu wanna do? After that, caps off to the black frost My pants always sag 'cause I rap my ass off You wanna talk about a

I specialize in MC slapping I give a fuck about these noncircumsized niggas rapping If words had actions, mine would be crazy And yours would make about as much

arm, I said "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch, He said, "Tell me about it." Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast, It was all over by quarter