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Lupe Fiasco

“Apologise For My Weird Mix.”

“I like my pancakes cut in swirls Morrocan moles and undercover squirrels I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms Apologise for my weird mix What taste like hot dogs and tear drips And looks like pantomime and clear bricks And smells like shotguns and deer piss.” — Lupe Fiasco...

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