Daydreams. Flashback and memories, of things that used to be. Sitting all alone, talking on the phone. Holding your hand and squeezing you so tight. Trying not to fight, you are so beautiful. With your love my heart is full.
But get it whilr you here boy, cuz all that hype dont feel the same next year boy. And ill be right here in my spot with a lil more cash then i already got, with my skin tan and my hair long.
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