Enter the 36 Chambers of Death.

Yo, imagine being remembered for a thousand years, the things you did when you was alive reaching across time and touching the lives of people not yet born. That's a dream. That's why people write books, start religions, find cures, run for President. But me? I don't wanna be a great man. I don't care if I'm remembered for the next thousand years. All I ask is, if we pass on the street, NOTICE ME.
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Black Beauty
Pretty When You Cry
Sad Girl
West Coast
Shades of Cool
Ultraviolence
Realized
Who Is Hanna
Old Money
Fucked My Way Up To The Top
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