The tears remind me of what it used to be. The smiles I used to see. Jumpshots made arbitrarily. Wins coming so easily... yeah, that way seemingly. Sometimes not even feasibly. Games won crazily, basically. Baby, that's the shit I miss on the daily.
nothin' quite like the feeling of a near frozen can. in your near frozen hand. as you stand on the brink of nonexistence. fallin' with no assistance. the fumes in a mist. n syncin' with the distanced music. you feel it. on some dope shit? nah, just willing to admit, and not submit, to this bit of hypocrit - icalness that has us in a fit. the energy you emit, he'll commit to it& permit to it& spit to it but me; ill be legit& acquit to it.
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Keep up the good work.
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