wierd enough conection

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By Golden Ghetto Kidd

First time we talk on the phone Yet somehow feels like we done did this before We talk crazy for hours Sounds like you didn't change a bit But I know you have, Somehow I feel like I can say lets hit a lick, But I won't, still distance keeping, She could be ploting, Leading me to a set up, At least this way if she is it would just be a minor set back, Then to go in head first Playing right into a trap, She talks personal, I can't figure out why She has nobody? Or just wants to attack? I'm playing it safe, don't worry about that She is an ex for a reason, But what reason is that, I may never know, I still want to look after her Like if I were her big bro

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