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[*Laughing*]

Remember me for being laughed at
The kid with no cash when he asked for the cash
People hustle all their life with diamonds and gold
And lose it all in one night by selling their soul
As the memories come
And the memories go
People die every day
But the memories don't
This my mothafuckin' album

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