Your lips are loose, to inherit the caboose.
Blast from the past, it's expensive, the gas.
Your bloodline is last, your mother is the Raph.
Having to bleed cash, and have em' sign in blood.
Moving on to the next life, I dun give a fuck about love.
Shoulder shrug, you're washed up, the Dove.
Been to Hell and back, my (blue)blood is numb.
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