Broke College Student
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You know,I hate when you treat me like a troubled child I mean I ain't got the best of sense but I'm not out here doing something without your consent Like okay uh l lied a couple times but was never slick with it
Jingle.
Jangle.
Is the sounds his pockets made,
With each quick stride the music he shaped.
Jingle.
Jangle.
