Do u wanna runaway

For a couple of days, maybe a week?

We can live out my hip-hop dream.

We can change the way we speak.

I’ll bring plenty of bacon

And you can cook the beef

I’ll be yr toy, and u can be my freak.

U will be the light of dawn to my pale evening sun

We’ll run away first, and then figger out where to run

I’ll meet you on the lawn, puffin a pipe shaped like a gun

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