hit the club , have prep myself since half five  and what is i am falling love ?  top to toes , life goes , back and forth , you spin me around in my wheelchair until i fall out but what a damn who cares . this is space jam and you are my jam , the only one who get who i am . fresh to death . step by step . is like you are my drug , wish i could give you an hug . oh well , if i manifest it , pronounce it and announce it  -  its no longer , make believe 
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