the truth

the truth

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hi my name is ann and I am on my friends phone here is the truth about me: so i grew up in west pilladelphia born and raised i grew up pretty while put this one day i went to the playground where i went i spent most of my days there playing basket ball but this one day there was a couple of guys that were up to no good trying to make trouble in my local playground so i got in one little fight and my mom got scared and she told me i was going to be sent to my uncles house in be lair i was on the plane ride and they served me orange juice in a wine glass this is where i thought to my self i can get used to this so i got to the airport and i saw the police officers holding up a sign that said my name i thought i was going to get arrested so i ran out the back window of the airport and i found where my uncle lived i found a fancy looking taxi i thought it was rare but nah its just bel air thats my live story...
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I took a walk with the palm trees as the daylight fell Sangria in a canteen, talking to my self This tattoo on my left hand is turning purple-ish blue Daydreams of a romance, daydreams of you Pretty woman in a ball gown, I'm Richard Gere in a tux Getting married in a courthouse, writing vows in a rush Making out before the judge with my teenage wife Got a wedding band done that I just might die with It's an American wedding They don't mean too much, they don't last enough We had an American wedding Now what's mine is yours, that's American law M-R-S dot Kennedy, she signed her name in pen In a fancy fancy cursive, then turned her term papers in A thesis on Islamic virgin brides and arranged marriage Hijabs and polygamist husbands, those poor unamerican girls After school she ran to me, jumped in my 5.0, this is the Home of the brave, land of the free, but your parents still didn't know She said "I had a hell of a summer so baby don't take this hard But maybe we should get an annulment, before this goes way too far." It's an American wedding They don't mean too much, they don't last enough We had an American wedding Now what's mine is yours, American divorce Well you can have my Mustang, that's all I've got in my name But Jesus Christ don't break my heart, this wedding ring won't ever wipe off But if you stay, oh if you stay You'll probably leave later anyway, it's love made in the USA. Credit to Frank Ocean for my entire blurb.

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