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Dec 2017
Man on the moon, was
My brain is Swiss cheese
And I wish these
Hands were in yours or ya jeans like some miss mes, wish U missed me,
but you're missing
And I'm listing, no I'm drownin.
Soaking in the liquor I be downing
Poking in ya liver when I'm poundin
Mixing macaroni mushy sounding
But I digress. Slight sad spell but I'm not depressed. Ight n well just must address it
I just wish I could undress ya
Smoke 3 jibs and ya never felt better but that **** this  **** only last 30 minutes
Order dominos.Alfredo, nochicken.
order Olive Garden, cavitapi w the bacci
pardon , maybe tiramisu
through tears All I'm missin is  u
Through rear view all I'm seeing is moon
Through windshield all I'm seeing is moon,
all I'm seeing is moon
Written by
Skreezus  23/Cincinnati
(23/Cincinnati)   
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   Lior Gavra
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