Our Memories
REMEMBER THAT DAY WE WENT TO THE LOCAL FISHING SMPOT. YOU TOOK THAT FROG ALL SQUASHED AND HARD,, YOU CHASED ME FLUNG IT AND ON MY HEAD MY GOD IT FELT LIKE ROCK ,, REMEMBER WE USED TO HAVE OUR RAP BATTLES , ID BE MC MUMMY ME,, YOUD GET ALL MAD COZ I WAS GOOD AND YOU DIDNT LIKE DEFEAT,, THOSE DAYS WILL LAST FOREVER WITH ME AND SO WILL YOUR MOODY WAYS TOO,, I MISS YOU MOANING AT ME WHEN I WAS IN FRONT OF YOUR PS2, I KEEP THEN ALL AS I SHOULD THE SAME FOR YOU AT HOME, IL EVEN BUY YOU NEW TRAINERS SOON I KNOW YOUR FEET HAVE GROWN. THIS IS HOW I SURVIVE I KNOW SOME THINK ITS ODD, BUT AS LONG AS I LIVE TO BREATH, WHO CARES , YOUR MINE AND THEY ARNT GOD
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