Pablo Escobar's Secret Stash lyrics by Underminded. fuck the truth, and if our hearts poured out every last word he will die in the name of all that we have...
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fuck the truth, and if our hearts
poured out every last word
he will die in the name
of all that we have carved their
wrists;
witness the fake.
so relieved by all the scars
severed sighs of fucking me
i'll kill you before the breath
that will murder the foe.
what we have carved in their wrists;
witnes the fake
so believed by all the scars
severed knives, to dull to stab
i'll fcuk you before the best of me
fucks myself first.
where the fuck is the trust?
we will die.
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