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Feel Me (Cut from The Last Withdrawal)
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Song was originally intended to be for The Last Withdrawal, my next Street Album.
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The Soundclick of Trace (now known as Ben Grim at TheBenGrim.com)
All new music will be performed under the name Ben Grim (Soundclick.com/theBenGrim)
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Peak #5,901
Peak in subgenre #1,147
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Trace
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Last Mile Publishing
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March 17, 2009
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MP3 4.9 MB 192 kbps 3:34
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[Verse 1] Feel me, if you can't, hear me, see me, clearly, ya eyes is dreary, tired of tryin' to be teary, conspiracies plottin' on my next move, so I cruise with thoughts of traps by my dress shoes, collect views, life's a beach, bound [to] get wet soon, so feet first, I test the waters while you test tubes, ya'll *vile, blood suckers, if you leach then I sue, get a clue, solve it, hop in the whip where the scent is new, clean like a dentist do then pass like credits used, ya'll medics losin' more than sleep and in beds you oops, you screw ups like a snapple, ya'll got me baffold, praise me, I'm on top of the roof, you aint even on the scaffold-, -ding, another round, either fight it or let it slide, throwin' up on the white towel that they set aside, my head is high, bound to die like a CSI scene, drinkin' beer until I gotta deer up in my high beams [Chorus] [Verse 2] The finish line's ahead, on my feet is sandles, I gotta pick up the Pace and be the lead example, I'm as sharp as a blade's made, and you'll never see the handle, bound to do Wild Things kinda like Denise and Campbell, but I don't pour champagne on a bitch, no Quinton Jackson, I'm more like Rampage on a bitch, I climb her walls, haha I gotta stop, rest, want me thoughts? yes, who's sicker than me and not dead? I'm close to COFF-EN, but I release this choke, these be sneezin' coke, at least just weed I smoke, gives me peace to cope when there's no relief or hope, so sieze the boat it's sinkin' and it's too weak to float I feel beat, broke... no sleep, woke, no speed, froze... slow creep, roll and I came way too far to be your second guest, I'd rather crease your sheets and let you test the bed now sleep [Chorus]
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