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Pour me a fucking drink cause am straing to sound like a isgram poet

Kids if you hear me its ok to be a fucking alone for fives min or more

And the longer she stays on the line, the more i want  a certain powder 

I remember when they siads things like our we an item or baby can i be yours, 

Now its whats are status,am i the only one who prefer the faces without the book 

God make it top,the click and the clogging, f i have to her other bad luck story 

I think i have to rewrite by own, what happen to connect around a fire with a second sofa in the field nobody wanted to leave, what happened to shout down the street, here will you meet me mate,now its all click right and you might get a date mate,

I wanna died being connect to some sort of beautiful or just doing something stupet,

Not died for me wfi to reload  

I want to hear talk to me soul 

Not talking on the phone 

I want her to make me heart pumped 

I don't want her to send me a thumbs up 

I want to be hugged not tagged 

So listen to me 

Put the device down 

 

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