Tell Me A Poem Lyrics (Heems)

<!-- Page Code:VGVsbCBNZSBBiFBvZW0gTHlyaWNziChiZWVtcyk= --> Heem I do is stay galore, I bang the door My man's craving Bangalore A lot of food writing is racist You're tasteless, all of your choices is basic Man, I get paid to say sh*t See sh*t, pray sh*t, she said spaceships With regard to my room After I'm at the scene, after I'm at the doom I'm on a sub from the role's exile, the s
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