he grab my waist , take my hand and suddenly i got a friend
didnt sure how it happen , always on the wrong side off the track
there you go and pull me back , might not be eye to eye
but you promise to spice up this diary
you got those words that make me forget about the issues
and i got 99 problems but making a poem is not one of them
i go out the line but you set the record straight , pull my strings back
people roll the roll the eyes of the time lines
my punchine lines get wrong and you smile
they say when will you learn ?
is the bridges burn ?
i say no , if i made him up
i can fuck him up
but we like this , perfect
the only one that me get
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