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The year is 2000 and Four
and I just didn't want
anything more.
I had
I wasn't bad
I was good
and the rain didn't seem to pour
The year is 2000 and Four
and I wasn't quite yet keeping score.
I got so good at pretending like I wasn't playing around
my family showed me off as the golden boy,
The one that babysat
while they enjoyed a night out on the town
My siblings won't ever know
how much I'd have in stow
like our grand parents used to walk
through that up hill fucking snow
The year is two-thousand-fo'
said like a brown man
on a yacht with his hoes
getting a tan on the sand
with gold
on his neck in his mouth and on his hands
pouring champagne on the flo'
making his words rhyme
with such an easy flow
The year is 2000 and Four
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