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I may have looked away in a moment of weakness The bells and whistles in that app caught My eye Never ever will I trade the love I have with You For some shizzle on My nizzle on the fly I can’t wait to get back home tonight I can’t wait to get back home I can’t wait to get back home tonight Last Sunday after church in the part where everybody hugs Prophet Kayla got real close to walking a thin fine line There was a time when I would be the big dog But now Your Luv fits like a glove and makes My heart shine I can’t wait to get back home tonight I can’t wait to get back home I can’t wait to get back home tonight
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
I Can't Wait
I may have looked away in a moment of weakness The bells and whistles in that app caught My eye Never ever will I trade the love I have with You For some shizzle on My nizzle on the fly I can’t wait to get back home tonight I can’t wait to get back home I can’t wait to get back home tonight Last Sunday after church in the part where everybody hugs Prophet Kayla got real close to walking a thin fine line There was a time when I would be the big dog But now Your Luv fits like a glove and makes My heart shine I can’t wait to get back home tonight I can’t wait to get back home I can’t wait to get back home tonight
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van-young
Los Angeles
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
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