Monday, June 25, 2012

Where did you go

Get up Get up Get up Outta my way Tryn running a marathon No shorty stuck to my John-Jay Big moves saved for last, take the pawn I'm the game thriller Play maker Believe in matters force Game over Feelings gone to Nova scotia Where were you then Why are you here now Now that I called You forced entry Reside by my side That's a memory.

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