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I get on with life as a rapper; I'm a chilled kinda person. I like skateboarding on Sundays; I like football in the week. I like to unite with my boys. But when I start to daydream, My mind turns straight to chics. I'm not too fond of snitching; I really hate fighting, But I just think back to chics, And I'm happy once again. Sometimes I look at myself and I look in my eyes, I notice the way I think about chics with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's my mates making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I like more? My mates or...Chics? I just can't decide. |