Hotline Disconnected {DRAKE}

Hotline Disconnected {DRAKE}

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Aubrey "Drake" Graham and Bria Were bestfriends some could say more than just bestfriends back in the 6 but when Drake was Signed to Ymcmb records he left behind Bria and everything they Had........ You used to call me on my, you used to, you used to You used to call me on my cell phone Late night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing
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With Griffin it's different. His touch is comforting and tingly, definitely one of the most pleasant feelings in the world. "I get you miss him but don't you think he would have wanted you to move on?" Griffin supplicated. I brushed my long bangs away from my face and tucked it behind my hair. "You're a super talented and a fantastic person," he sympathized. I know he was just being sweet. Griffin was nice to everyone. Nearly everyone loved him if you said you didn't like Griffin people wouldn't believe you about anything. He was hard to hate and easy to like. This was what made our bond so questionable. "Devon would have wanted you to move on and smile again," He asserted and placed a hand on my shoulder comfortingly. I gave him a weak smile. It wasn't a sincere smile though. He had zero idea about how much better it made me feel. Making music made me feel like I was with him. Just for a moment. I used to dream after every song I wrote about him. About my pain. About my loss, and he was under the sudden impression that I could just move on as if I could just forget it, as if he'd never existed. Love doesn't work like that.

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