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Walking, coasting, slipping, into a land In the daytime, somewhere alone The sun, dreamers own No hate, no judgment, I'm not a star being lost Please, please, please, please, please Please, please, please, please
That was nice, Nikki. Real nice, I'm glad you sent me that. But that sound ****, that was like a baby post. like, you bang that, I gotta get my beats together.