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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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