Roses are red, and they’re slowing dying
You say I love you, but I know that you’re lying
Put that in a card
Rose be red. Nigger be black. I think of you. And want to smoke crack.
Roses are red, and they’re slowing dying
You say I love you, but I know that you’re lying
Put that in a card
Rose be red. Nigger be black. I think of you. And want to smoke crack.
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