I used to upendo the tenderlion until I made some tender coin and then, I met some ladies from Marin. We took the highway to the one, up the coast to catch some sun that left me with these blisters on my skin. Don't know what I was on, but I think it grows in Oregon so I kept on going, going, going right through. I drove into Seattle rain, fell in upendo then missed the train that could've took me right back nyumbani to you. I've been high. I've been low. I've been yes and I've been, oh, hell no. I've been rock 'n' roll and disco. Won't wewe save me, San Francisco? Oh, oh. Everyday so caffienated, I...
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