wierd enough conection, by Golden Ghetto Kidd
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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 |
Posted: 2014-09-08 06:36:25 UTC |
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