My entourage is very important...
For they are my army...
My entourage...
Gives me my harmony...
In the kitchen filtering ecstacy...
Plenty of goods...
For me...
Now you see me...
Now you dont...
Smoke filled air...
Now you wont...
Missy, Missy...
Listen see...
Your entourage...
Is what completes me...
So go get them...
Never let them go...
Pop that ecstacy....
Never say no...
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