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"And please hurry up and clock out, I can't pay you extra so-"
I miss you so, my dear, my dear
Done Been about 3000 years
Since we last talked through tears
The pain is still clear
Though My Mind sways like chandeliers
I put my faith in what is merely
Of course, like a Porsche, parked beneath the hill
Though I see you nevermore, I do pray we have in-store
What is more, felt than advertised, guilt be waging war
'Tis fourscore niggas all en route, to you my matador
But I ensure on the victory, God may tell you more (Ha!)
Ooh
Ahh
Ooh
Ahh
Ah-ha
Ah-ha (Yeah)
Wait!
I thought I could've sworn I saw you in my dream last night
But I insisted on reciting poems penned by candlelight
Oh my sweetness, can you piece it?
I'll be Cepheus, you'll be Reesie
Watch that email correspondence, sent sweet nothings, can you CC?
one-hand catch me on the red eye, flew right back from Tbilisi
Call me greedy, but I'm needy, missing my baby, in my feelings
Girl you've known me since I wore them heavy ass dickies, looking greasy
Easy does it, but if easy can't faunk it, make way for Geezy
lemon squeezy, got my squeegee, cleansed my sins, the magic genie
When I need you, you're the voice beyond my years like Mr. Feeny
Beanie weenie ass lil' niggas, must simmer like fettuccine
"Play Alfredo," bumping Freddy, come my ladybug
Maybe, now maybe, it's time?
Planning on ringing your line
Got me smack dab in a bind
Like I'm Amanda at nine
Even though you may decline
I am committed to trying
Willing to stand on my hind
Legs, grow dreads, be fed dust
Ooh
Ahh
Ooh
Ahh (Where the bridge?)
Ah-ha
Ah-ha
Ha
Ha
Ha!



Авторы: Gregory Nichols Jr., Allison Thorne Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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