Epilogue

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jwles] Walk to Allende, get myself a ten of hash Execute the transaction, stash it in the Gucci satchel Avoid police action, pass by the foyer Cop a couple of loosies, get home and get woozy Mouth is a desert, down a Volvic Juicy No, it's not any hazard, the world really did choose me Think I'm controllin' the high, 5-0 patrollin' outside Ride on Old Sea Lane, drive right by the 5 From Grasse to Saint-Denis, might fly back to NY Reachin' purusha, waitin' on a diploma Get my mind out the coma, Ironmannin' to Kona Yo, it's LTR, Los Thuggish-n-Refined The next to shine, sittin' next to Sean Textin' Shawn, they all wanna bond Yo, it's LTR, Los Thuggish-n-Refined (x2)
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Credits
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- Jwles