Underscored


Baby it is heavy,
Messy how you let go,
I will never let you go, I feel slow,
Why though? What you take me for?
We were suppose to grow oh no!
Whoa! Now I’m down below
Combo, I thought that is what we were in for a score?
Guess it’s Cold War and promise I will never scold yoh!

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