wierd enough conection, by Golden Ghetto Kidd Subscribe to rss feed for Golden Ghetto Kidd

First time we talk on the phone
Yet somehow feels like we done did this before
We talk crazy for hours
Sounds like you didn't change a bit
But I know you have,
Somehow I feel like I can say lets hit a lick,
But I won't, still distance keeping,
She could be ploting,
Leading me to a set up,
At least this way if she is
it would just be a minor set back,
Then to go in head first
Playing right into a trap,
She talks personal,
I can't figure out why
She has nobody?
Or just wants to attack?
I'm playing it safe, don't worry about that
She is an ex for a reason,
But what reason is that,
I may never know,
I still want to look after her 
Like if I were her big bro
Posted: 2014-09-08 06:36:25 UTC

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