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Streetlights hum a dirty gold, the air is thick and mean
He rolls up slow, a mountain in a worn-out denim scene
They call him Methane, not a joke, the name just fits the frame
A bull that never blinks an eye, a storm without the rain
He doesn't talk in circles, no, his words are bricks and stone
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