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Whatcha gonna do when they come for youWork ain't honest but it pays the billsWhat we gonna do when they come for youGave me the life that I came to live

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Whatcha gonna do when they come for you
Work ain't honest but it pays the bills
What we gonna do when they come for you
Gave me the life that I came to live

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Smoke poured from Summers mouth as she finally exhale. Eyes closed head rested back relaxed. It was 3 o'clock in the morning and here she was sitting in the 2013 Camero with no other than the only true nigga she ever fucked with, Daryl.
This was a normal thing for them. Daryl was known for his late night smoke sessions with Summer. She was the only person he smoked with. He would hit her up telling her to come outside and of course Summer would come running. Who wouldn't if someone wanted to smoke you out.

But it wasn't just free weed with Summer it was mainly the talks they had. They would get high and man they would have the best conversations one of the things they both cherished. Daryl would always vent to Summer, told her things he's never told anybody else cause they was like that. Summer is Daryl's bestfriend, since the 3rd grade they been rocking with each other.

"Boy you sure you rolled this right I keep gettin weed in my mouth." Summer scolds Daryl for the 2nd time.

He kissed his teeth reclining his seat back as he glared at the steering,
"Smoke the shii and hush." He mutters.

She rolled her eyes tucking the weed back in the blunt passing it to Daryl.
"Take this shit."

Daryl takes the blunts and examines it before letting out an annoyed sigh,
"Mann come on girl, you don got lipgloss all on it."

"Shut up D it ain gon kill you." She retorts.

He gives her a look before placing the blunt between his lips taking a deep inhale.

Summer watches him as he close his eyes pulling his hood over his head. Smoke spill from his nose as he takes another inhale.

"Wassup D?" Summer questioned.

That's how they always would start their deep conversations.

Daryl shrugs now on his phone picking a song for them to listen to.

"Nun much, just missed you that's all." He smirks eyeing her while passing back the blunt.

Summer smirked in return as she took a puff inhaling back in the smoke,
"Maybe if you brought yo ass back to school you'll see me more."

Daryl smiled as Summer gave him the uhhh huuhh.

"Stop cuz it ain even like that." He chuckled.

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