I think of tripping
i see my inner me flipping
and i know, u dont wanna hear me dropping
but im comforted stumbled by a precious luck
pure gold only lucky words lack!
So pure that diamond is now hating on gold
yeah for no reason told
now gold and i think diamond odd
coz gold and i together til no more years old!
Talking of pure and massive no carats no
measurement
heard say call it greatest in our Gods commandment
im talking bout love
yeah thats
endowment
both social and spiritual enrichment
aim for the greatest commadment
aim for love.
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