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So what i haven't figured out much,

still lose my train of thought to ones touch,

one i haven't felt in quite some time,

so i relive it in every one of my smoked dimes,

asked me once to take it slow,

had me thinking we would go,

to a new high and all my hurt,

would disappear like a given up ripped shirt,

genie looked at me, deep inspect,

saw i wished most listened to me like my Kinect,

take a prospect, say woman be honest,

don't wait to act it all the way past August,

gimme what was promised, or it's woman leave,

cause you're not Christianity, i'll never believe,

that what we had was nothing, but i'm okay,

saying at least i had a great time those days.