Coffee shop
You ask me questions
Answers in my possessions
You don't know my intentions
They might be in my expressions
Tbh idk
We are friendship grow
Will it be slow
If it's real it'll flow
I mean I call you bro
But could you be my bow
Hand was next to mine
Shivers down my spine
Is that some kinda sign
I mean your my sunshine
I mean could I know
Our friendship could grow
Love would be slow
If it's real it'll flow
I'll always call you bro
but you could be more so...
If your messing with me stop
I'd rather just drop
Instead of having tears to mop
So ill be waiting at a coffee shop
As long as you talk with my pop
So if your messing with me stop
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