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Jun 2014
Chillin on the west side
playing my song
got that kia soul with my cheap shades on
gonna run right through the night
jump off the gate
fall to the ground
it dont matter, still hitting this town
oh it never felt so right
Chillin on the sofa
with a tank top
super califragilistic down to my socks
let it go right to my head
tv screen, mario kart
everybody knows that I get a head start
and its never left unsaid
John Marcus
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John Marcus  Chicago
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