| Probability | Text |
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| 77% | Back up on my toes about my two 11s, my name is cocaine And that's 1-8-7, we like the dynamic duo in the Batmobile So when we get through, we like to send a 96 to Dennyville And we be sharp like our uncle Eric used to be Lemma Zintint with the tech on the seat Yo, givin' the player haters migraines, chest pains It's the original, the unforgettable Cause I be mobbin' through the streets Man, I be still gettin' high sippin' VSO peeps So no pain, no gain, yeah, baby's over free And they call me cocaine with some gold, don't quit it | ▶️ |
| 76% | Sometimes the edge of the world is quite empty, except for the blue heron picking her way sure-footed, one long leg after another, at low tide inspecting the eelgrass. She is my secret, and my heart steps high and lightly with her. Sometimes the edge of the world is allied with children, the tide pools untidy with little boats, stone circles, the beach a whole noisy continent of castles. Sometimes the sun gets to going down there, out in the bay, the blue heron is sleeping, and the beach slides out from under us in molten gold and amber and burnished brass, and tips us over into darkness. | ▶️ |
