Acura Intergul Frank Ocean Fanfic
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"She singing bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say, I'm like who knew? That after all the years I'd make a Weezy fan out of you too When I met you, you were Thom Yorke, Chris Martin and U2 When you met me I was Three 6, Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball and MJG, yeah But we're both a long way from home We got the windows down, the radio's on, always I wrote a letter to the sky saying maybe one day you'll get to kiss me My girl found it in the car and said baby why you trying to diss me? Cause you know you're my baby, you know you're my baby, ooh I'm not just in it for the ride, in it for the ride, yeah"
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