God sends me dreams of what my enemies think
So I’m sorta like lightening before my enemies blink
So I let that passion pour, my language is music
Just got done writing the creed for shakers and movers
You wear shades cos it cool, I wear shades cos I’m cool
I need reservations for a hundred days, a hundred moons
I wear shades cos its rules who knows what they’ll summon up
Next full moons in 3 weeks I’ll tear your whole stomach up

Justis James™ Did It

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