.Done feeding, I leaned back, head rested on the couch's top
Must leave the house soon, mean gone, 'cause my pops he's hot
Grab my blue backpack, my walkman, grip my bicycle
Because I know my friends are waiting at the door>
I'm feeling loose like you, just fucking around and shit
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