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Sitting back as I listen to this instrumental

Every second goes by and it starts to make me become sentimental

The bass is banging as if the door hinge was hanging, sinking deep into my seat from the hypnotic beat

Someone save me I cant take this heat

As a child I always was being told to do my chores but all you would get from me was “snores”

Ha Ha sike I never snored

Passing the time as a youngster looking for things to keep me from being bored

A kid who looked for the thrill of an adventure but all I would get was a number 2 pencil

Study and learn is all I heard but my concern was to fulfill that craving of fun I yearned

 

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