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			<title>The Weekend </title>
			<description>A total year taken over by the weekend.Everybody out here lookin for a weekend. N****s dodging main b*****s for the weekend. Baby mamas phones blowing up for the weekend  Fake love all week, then f**k off on the weekend! Yeah, preparing ya story for next week to keep the details for yourse..</description>
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			<title>I'm not coming back</title>
			<description>Dear John</description>
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			<title>That B***h</title>
			<description>Who the f**k do you think you are!!! B***h... yeah you!! Who the f**k raised you?  Every memory of you I want to burn with vasaline and lighter fluid and evaporate like the title of man you lost when you put your hands on me! But you forgot one thing.. I'm that B***hThe kind that killed you in..</description>
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			<title>Make me</title>
			<description>Whatever you did the first moment I saw you do it again. Make me remember who caught my attention. Make me feel the way you did. Make me weak again. Make me feel like there is no one else in this world that can make me feel like you do. Remind me why I smile when I see you remind me why my heart a..</description>
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			<title>Back to Realiy</title>
			<description>Memories of love. The reality that its not there. </description>
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