Fate,Joy,Love):(Daily Damn Thing
you my daily damn thing
my oxygen tank
without you
i'm stuck
possibly crank
i barely can't think
like a hostage take
i don't want anything
but my big break
a chunk in fact
my daily damn thing
eb jump on my back
thats where i want you to be
rest of them dudes is wack
when it comes to me
Copyright © Frederick Smith | Year Posted 2005
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