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May 7
After the browns
Shamed the city
Hiding downs
Vents built on me
Making me wait it out
Rains and lost eyes
Guys chasing a tip

On a fight
The girls had seems

I only had an editor

One morning she hired me
Hey kid
Tonight your stuck with me

We're not gonna make it together

Oh you don't say?
How's the weather paying?
Gonna have to wait
I haven't decided she says.....


Well let me call my girl Jenna
I'll be right over there
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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