'hit me on the low'

i'm a fan of serendipity 

music to my ears 

you be a whole lotta symphony

no. 2 in C minor

nothing can be finer than you

all day 

yup

all hues blue

you can call me if you need to

guarantee imma wanna talk

probably see you

we ain't even gotta do nothing at all

your favorite time of year is the fall

you blow in with the wind

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call it an epiphany

last night's dream

a memory unseen

way back when

when everything was green you
you roll the green and you light it up

fire

we take a nap after that cause we tired

 wake 

 and spend the day in the shade

then do whatever it take to get paid

and blow me up  if you wanna kick it when i'm away