Rose Gold necklaces, necessities of life so vain, big Cuban Cigar flyin towards Tokyo to a flat hidden within plain sight, all this in my mind...back then it was crew deep about 10 in the club, married a Georgia Southern young lady, son on the way, brushed those days off like bad breath in the morning. Tell a story right & the public might scoop it up like a trend at New York fashion week..used to know a girl so selfish, she still single now, excuses piling up like her various college degrees. No rhymes needed got my reasons, in my season, Lord I pray that im with you one day, because that other side burns.....
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