Transcription: The gales I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this. And Perilously careening, a gate then a gall For canyons of buildings and livers of cars Stupid driver ain't spinning, they're twisting Now shimmering, glistening streets Of herbify and buoyant Bot phone booth stop, coz the beeper got pays protected to my waist in the nook of its hood. A rush money got swish cranking me with its fall pack, real jack this mouth. Plank locking and chain lashing of holes. Sweat striding through the bump and hustle of dollars. They got me by deletion collar, I haul up from squalor. Sweat into the ...
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