| Celebrations to steal life
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| Reminiscing to feel right
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| Remember what it would feel like
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| Sometimes it’s better than real life
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| So we celebrate the memories
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| You can’t replace the energy
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| Everything how it was meant to me
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| Conduct your dreams like symphonies
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| I got a red line BMX
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| Saved up 6 months for them to see me flex
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| My boys on my block gave me my respect
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| But what I really hope is that it would lead to sex
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| Bad brown babe name of Deeana
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| Had the keys to the boys hearts, played them like pianas
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| Or pianos, hotter than a Roman candle
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| With her sheer sun dresses and her open toe sandles
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| Queen of the school in her P.E. |
| shorts
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| Life goal is making out by the hand ball courts
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| Then one day she found out I sold pot
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| She said, slide your girl a J and I’ll show you what I got
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| I said, Not like that, what I want is your heart
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| But we can smoke a dime bag if you meet me at the park
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| And when I found out she can roll her own weed
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| I was in love, so in love, brother yes indeed |