New like a baby 1st shampoo
Thinking about wearing scrubs going late to work, thinking this might work. I tangled my self with confusion and made myself an illusion. Switching lanes on the highway, not in a rush to get there. at the end your text makes my day. It's new, hope don't change but again I'm here today thinking but these day, shit ain't the same, it has change I no longer expect a text today but again, I reminisce about those days.
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