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First time you make me feel alone Now I'm so glad you're gone You my friend but love couldn't hold I miss you babe but just as home Can we please go back to what was Just two friends kicking back on a bus Kicking feet together Would even eat together I miss those times, baby, if you and me just talking
You'll survive out the goddamn mic. I don't ever want to hear that shit again, motherfucker. If you ever sit here and saying make sure you put that goddamn mic on and make sure that you get that damn survive out your mother for my swallow it or some shit, put some juice in your mouth or something, Make sure you've got card mail before you say not hear everything clicking.