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Forever bout that bread never duck in your cops
The highest in the Gothubs above the lows
Wintertime, Spring, Summer, and Fall
We fuckin' with y'all

different, everything's faced
We used to dance under the stars
Ill fitting shirts and late night fights
It's impossible to hate you now
In this space I can't

I don't have the words to say
How I felt that summer day
Mom jeans on, and Docs for days
Baseball tee, felt so okay
When I met you
Walking down

somebody who stops to listen, but now and then somebody really gets involved, and starts to dance. One warm summer evening, a woman takes off her shoes