Ian Snow - Tektronik
I'll be trite
Real name, no gimmicks
Rap like I mean it ever since I was invented
Yeah
I feel you
Do you feel for me?
To what's left of my dusty and shattered things
You are just an eagle with golden wings
Go
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Ian Snow
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