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I, me, myself, she, he lets be reunited. Like Bonnie & Clyde lets slide and stop holding our pride. Host,then move out to the east coast. For most let's get ghost, i swear we do the most. Heated situations defeats our purpose for doing wrong, you was always bad in naming songs. One in a trillion or one in a million. That ride in your car was the last one by far. Cold nights we ran holding eachother hands. We always had eachother backs even when the cops tried to shoot back, that day you grab my gat. You even beat that guy with a baseball bat. We finally fail and went to jail. I was glad when they did my nails. They treated us like royalty, we was the king & queen of loyalty.
Copyright act,2014 (Shavon P.)
