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Part 1 - Sing about Me |
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[Intro/Hook] |
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When the lights shut off |
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And it's my turn to settle down |
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My main concern |
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Promise that you will sing about me |
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Promise that you will sing about me |
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I said when the lights shut off |
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And it's my turn to settle down |
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My main concern |
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Promise that you will sing about me |
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Promise that you will sing about me |
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[Verse 1] |
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I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you |
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In case I'm not here tomorrow, I'm hoping that I can borrow |
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A peace of mind, I'm behind on what's really important |
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My mind is really distorted, I find nothing but trouble in my life |
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I'm fortunate you believe in a dream |
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This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine |
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And last night was just another distraction or a reaction |
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Of what we consider madness, I know exactly what happened |
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You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help |
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Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel |
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Like everything was alright and a fight he tried to put up |
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But the type of bullet that stuck had went against his will |
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As blood spilled on your hands, my plans rather vindictive |
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Everybody's a victim in my eyes |
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When I ride it's a murderous rhythm and outside became pitch black |
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A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get em" |
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I got 'em, and I ain't give a fuck |
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That same mentality that told my brother not to duck |
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In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors |
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I wonder if I'll ever discover a passion like you and recover |
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The life that I knew as a young'n in pajamas and Dun-ta-duns |
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When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs |
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Dumb niggas like me never prosper |
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Prognosis of a problem child, I'm proud and well devoted |
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This piru shit been in me forever |
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So forever I'mma push it, wherever whenever |
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And I love you cause you love my brother like you did |
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Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big |
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And if I die before your album drop I hope -- |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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You wrote a song about my sister on your tape |
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And called it "Section.80," the message resembled "Brenda's Got a Baby" |
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Whats crazy was, I was hearin about it |
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But doubted your ignorance how could you ever just put her on blast and shit |
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Judging her past and shit, well it's completely my future |
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Her nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit |
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And I'mma need that 40 dollars even if I gotta |
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Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot |
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Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three |
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My titties bounce on the cadence of his tingling keys |
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Matter of fact he my favorite cause he tip me with E's |
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He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week |
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This is the life of another girl damaged by the system |
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These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em |
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See, my hormones just run away and if I can get 'em back |
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To where they used to be then I'll probably be in the denim |
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Of a family gene that show women how to be woman |
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Or better yet a leader, you need her to learn something |
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Then you probably need to beat her, that's how I was taught |
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Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed |
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And I'm exhausted, but fuck that "Sorry for your loss" shit |
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My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain |
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If you can't fit the pumps I walk in? I'll wait |
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Your rebuttal a little too late |
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And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song |
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Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own |
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And matter fact did I mention that I physically feel great? |
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A doctor's approval is a waste of time, I know I'm straight |
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I'll probably live longer than you and never fade away |
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I'll never fade away, I'll never fade away, I know my fate |
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And I'm on the grind for this cake, I'mma get or die trying |
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I'm eyeing every male gender with intentions of buying |
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You lying to these motherfuckers, talking about you can help 'em |
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With my story, you can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga |
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Don't ignore me nigga, fuck your glory nigga, this bullshit... |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself |
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Am I really scared of passing away, if it's today I hope I hear a |
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Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon |
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With the holy ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus |
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I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline |
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Reeking the scent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance |
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With the other side may come soon and if I'm doomed |
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May the wound, help my mother be blessed for many moons |
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I suffer a lot and every day the glass mirror |
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Get tougher to watch, I tie my stomach in knots |
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And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death |
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My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats |
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That can come about cause the tongue is mighty powerful |
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And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch |
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Maybe cause I'm a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death |
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Really stuck in the schema, wondering when I'mma rest |
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And you're right, your brother was a brother to me |
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And your sister's situation was the one that pulled me |
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In a direction to speak of something that's realer than the TV screen |
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By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between |
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Her personal life, I was like "it need to be told" |
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Cursing the life of 20 generations after her soul |
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Exactly what'd happen if I ain't continued rapping |
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Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four |
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Fives, I count lives all on these songs |
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Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong |
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Fighting for your rights, even when you're wrong |
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And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone |
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Now am I worth it? Did I put enough work in? |
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[Hook] |
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Promise that you will sing about me |
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Promise that you will sing about me |
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I said when the lights shut off |
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And its my turn to settle down |
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My main concern |
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Promise that you will sing about me |
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Promise that you will sing about me |
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[Skit] |
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Part 2 - I'm Dying of Thirst |
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[Verse 1] |
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Tired of running, tired of hunting |
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My own kind but retiring nothing |
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Tires are steady screeching, the driver is rubbing |
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Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn't |
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Dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst |
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[Verse 2] |
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Dope on the corner, look at the coroner |
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Daughter is dead, mother is mourning her |
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Strayed bullets, AK bullets |
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Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't |
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Bring her back, who got the footage? |
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Channel 9, cameras is looking |
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It's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked |
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Banana clip, split his banana pudding |
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I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding |
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I know I'm good at dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst |
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[Verse 3] |
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How many sins? I'm running out |
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How many sins? I lost count |
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Dreams of balling like Spalding |
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But only shotty bounce |
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The reaper calling, I'm cottonmouth |
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Money is power, yours is ours |
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Lay with a snitch, die with a coward |
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Hope we get rich, hope we can tower |
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Over the city with vanity with the music louder |
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The same song, a black flower |
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I'll show you how to dye your thirst, dye your thirst, dye your thirst |
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[Verse 4] |
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What are we doing? Who are we fooling? |
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Hell is hot, fire is proven |
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To burn for eternity, return of the student |
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That never learned how to live righteous but how to shoot it |
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Tired of running, choirs is humming |
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Tell us to visit, we lying 'bout coming |
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Now back to business, loading the guns in |
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Back of the Buick, your hood is feuding and the beef is bubbling |
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It's no discussion, hereditary |
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All of my cousins dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst |
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[Verse 5] |
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Too many sins, I'm running out |
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Somebody send me a well for the drought |
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See, all I know, is taking notes |
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On taking this life for granted, granted, if he provoke |
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My best days, I stress days (Lord forgive me for all my sins for I not know...) |
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My best days, I stress days |
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Say "Fuck the world," my sex slave |
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Money, pussy and greed; what's my next crave |
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Whatever it is, know it's my next grave |
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Tired of running, tired of running |
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Tired of tumbling, tired of running |
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Tired of tumbling |
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Back once my momma say |
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"See a pastor, give me a promise |
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What if today was the rapture, and you completely tarnished |
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The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest |
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You dying of thirst, you dying of thirst |
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So hop in that water, and pray that it works" |
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[Skit/Outro] |
