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Let me hear all of your hoes sing. Sing to your heart. Like y'all mean it. Like sing. Like you mean it. Like you on a talent show at the top of the stage. Sing it like you mean it girl. Or boy whatever you are. Sing it. Like y'all got hoes in the slate burrito. Like if y'all don't sing this, then I'm going to be so disappointed y'all. Like just sing. It's not that hard girl.
I just want to get high on my lullaby and my magic is gonna be in this special kiss, kiss looking at it and I think I might go out tonight. I just want to ride, get high on the moonlight.
Oh, I think you're holding the heart of mine. Squeezing apart, that's fine. Do what you want to do, what you want to. Be who you want to be, what you want to. Go on and step up.
Guess those flowers aren't just used for big apologies, guess I should've been more conscious how you spoke to me. When we fight you give me space and I'll communicate. For a while I thought that's what I should appreciate. Maybe I was holding on to what I thought you were. When you think you're old eventually your story's done. The version of you in my head now it wasn't true. Young people fall from their own people, guess we're one of two.