ICY (INTERLUDE)

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Anybody looking for a cold cold man?
With a sold sold plan.
And a hand full of chance and the rhythm he sold.
Just for a packet of hoes and gold.

His expressions are grin.
All he does is ring.
When they're sucking out his blood for him.
He can't even stand, can't even land, just a body now that's way it goes.

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