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Mr Big Rose Alone

be happier alone She always said she won't be Anybody's secondhand rose She always said She'd be happier alone She's scared, but she dares To be a rose alone

by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa I make big plays, I got big chips Blue money like six Crips Switch gears like stick shifts Fresh as hell, no Big

in pieces, foamed and bled Re-emerged, rose from bed, gathered strength and forged ahead (with whispers of hes Krimpy, hes Krimpy, hes Krimpy) I still hear the laughter, the cries, the tears Alone

change My cousin came up short I'm sorry, two shots to the heart I did, business never personal, I'm with it [King George] Job well done Mr. Serv-On. Here's your envelope man. [Mr