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Gabriel Mallory Oct 2020
Sometimes I forget how young you are
Crazy you’re my best friend yet you live so far
You meet people in the weirdest ways
Back on zombies on bo4 I’ll never forget the days
Friendship started cause of a YouTube comment
And it doesn’t matter where our dads went
You’ve been a huge part of my life
I plan to be there the day you marry your wife
Which lets be honest it’s gonna be Amelia
Hopefully she never becomes like Sheila
But seriously you two are perfect together
I’ve got no doubt you two will last forever
She knows if she hurts you I’ll be on my way
Never find the body far away from the bay
Or maybe 6 ft beneath the ground
Okay enough messing around
Thank you kris for always sticking around
October 10th a king was crowned
Might be an ocean away but you’re my bro bro
Even if you’re short and look like my big toe
You might not be the best player ever right
You’ll always be my dude for Dead by Daylight
It’s always a wave of emotions when we play
Like will we scream, laugh, or both today
I’ll be here to keep your playlist updated
You’re a human who will never be hated
Genuinely one of the best people I know
Even if sometimes you act like a (you know)
I hope today you have an amazing time
Like youngboy, boy you my slime
My brother you’ll always have my trust
Unless we’re playing among us
Swear you’ve stabbed me in the back too much
It’s okay cause sometimes you come in clutch
I don’t know what else to say
Except you ugly kiddo HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Can we go back to a time when music was good?
When songs were made for quality over quantity,
And words were so meticulously chosen to make  a bar so elegant,
and eloquent,
And mixed so perfectly with the music that it felt nice on the ear drums

Can we go back to when words held weight?
To when diss tracks were 5 minutes and 13 seconds long?
That made the two coasts split even more than just distance?

Take me back to when, rnb actually put people in their feelings,
When you can communicate through music,
And stories were told through rhythm and lyrics.

When every problem became a waterfall that shouldn’t be chased, and a “scrub” was added to the slang dictionary.

When album of the year was actually worked for, and the winning album was not just for songs sung over,
When music videos were good, and not filled with air bending, and **** shaking,
Less sampling,
And real story telling,

Can we steer away from killing bill, and focus on being at your best?
Or being serenaded in candy rain instead of hearing what youngboy says?
Can we go back to a time when music was good?
Because this, this is no where close where it once stood

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