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When my got his first Tec I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the All I was to be a rock star And all he to be was an Escobar El Chapo, Si El All he wanted to do was be El El
All I do is When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the up my guitar
When my got his first Tec I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the All I wanted was to be a rock And all he wanted to be was an
When my cousin got his tat Acoustic trappin' in the All I wanted was to be a star