when we were young and nbody business
into ours I was a better lover even with yes or no letters
lets go have deja vu
now were grown and making up lost time is like a hour glass empty
you can come over again nothing has chnage
I know you think bout us I see it in your eyes feel it in your skintone
gime that sweet craving like a sweetness with a cavity
I aint ashame imma make you,make me, others envy ging back in a time machine
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