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Feels better if I tell em my story. Yo, on November 24th, 1999. I was in L. A. , and I was in the kitchen cookin. And I got this page right. And uh, I called back and I was informed that. My fat
Um. I know I don't know you or nothin but can you just bump my *?. Verse. You was just a young girl when you got turned out. Sneakin out the window of ya mother's house, no doubt. Just to mash of
When I met you boy you was the sweetest thing. Like a Sade tape in the coldest spring. When I saw your eyes I thought they shined for me. Just being in your space was divine me. Gave you true smil
