| Probability | Text |
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| 69% | I'll beam up light inside upon you And show you now that I can beat you And I can't get you off of my mind We gotta take you to the limit | ▶️ |
| 73% | Well, I'm not telling you I'm sure you're not going to try to And be a man But I'm saying Please don't make time to show me Still, I can't see it So, I'm gonna show you what that's really Even though this is aumm, I could not hear the action One of my good reliable names is What I am What the non-printer canflside my SPL Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes | ▶️ |
| 73% | Final question, wait to the end! I can show you the truth! Yeah, afraid to get the final script! I can eat my hill! | ▶️ |
| 69% | Backing together with rain for 40 days, Aye I like Slain's, but I can't show no pain. My headache, enormous proportions, The size of a bucket, painkillers can't touch it. Show what my little brother's gone. Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife. At my heart, we shared the good and the bad times. When walls broke out to the store, it was half time. Remember she came back, yo, And we got beatings with the Hot Wheel Track. I felt the hurt from your own predicament. Lost the scholarship, can't play pro board with torn ligaments. Career suddenly ended, your goal was offended. Suicide, death tips recommended to try black, But you were not versed as we blessed the earth. So let us pour the wine, preventing suicide. So | ▶️ |
