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So so
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So
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Only time I'm ghost writin'
Surrounding becomes silent
Consciousness heads to another place like a migrant
Could be feeling a breeze of good fragrance
Or in a eerie mood of violence
Held back ,can't move forward, cause I ain't got no license
By me
Being so different
Is there any relation
Without a purpose then
There is no pure concentration
Maintaining pure solitude
That's that Straight alienation
Nigga stuck on the road
Yet to see a destination
Feelin' So So
Feelin' So So
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Feelin' So So
Feelin' So So