“I’ve loved you since I was 11 years old. And the sh*t just won’t go away”.
Same Monica girl, same.
He was the one my adolescent heart wanted to spend forever with; the perfect verse over a tight beat. If you can’t tell, this dark chocolate, neck braid wearing, basketball loving young thing had me gone. Let’s take it back to the moment I fell in love for the very first time.
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