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Glasses up, Toast to done!
Yo’ time is ABC, say something dum!
This sit was all I knew,
A drive-by to the street cries crew,
You and me only, our nights on rendezvous,
Working out the whats that captured,
The moon of the final chapters,
The topic of conversations I did it all 4 U,
The Van, The Maserati, and The Ferrari, too.
Ever since I’ve been long gone,
I traded in my Senorita for a cell phone,
Contemplating the hair and the dog’s bones,
Now I’m stuck standing there in their zone,
Mechanics on its way to tone me in,
No more tensions, no more new friends,
The food still taste like Shoney’s fried chicken,
I guess the cook wasn’t feeling it in the kitchen,
From left to right I read your girlfriend to wife,
A celebration status that you spent the night,
Back to back losses you gained returns,
The ups and downs you remained the firm,
How could this really be so so strange,
Lonely in this shell a peanut to this game.
