205 Simmons Drive
gooooood morning everyone! today I'd like to explain to you all a little story of the place and people that made my high school career some of the best days of my fucking life. In just a few seconds, I'll impart to you some rhymes about some beautiful times spent at 205 Simmons drive Austin~Kam~Noah. and my main boy ben made me wish years spent blowing live would never end Got 20 bucks a week on allowance and we-knew how we would spend~our days cooped up in~the garage with the sun turning the day to a marage (()) ~out the door but we aint have time to snore guys had-no-time. for the boring whores had to fly~down~the~line and hit the durka store copped a fat iced tea and-maybe we could see. if. we. could. gather~the (()) LEFT~over tree to. pack a couple geebs ~get greens if you packed it or if you had baught the seeds good grief(()) I'm glad. that. we. saved them videos of the memories~acquired on that street wake-up-half-past-8 just~to~create a gravity and. put~on~that~song and let the boys sing along like (life is good life is good. cherish everyday. life is good life is good. cherish everyday) If I may. I would like. to. say~that damn house was the shit not because the 2 stor-ies but the stories created with my friend tree~and me ummm~let's see ~ben threw up the most we still kept him around ~Noah's a hard head fuck who would always had to mess around ~austin always had the stash but not a pocket full of cash ~Kams father was a preacher so he always had to ask(()) ~Tommy came up late and was there when ben shipped off to boot ~oh shoot almost forgot a lot about the dude ~david who would get the trap bag with the airsoft gun and smokin tools~we would use ~to pass the time the squad would go outside and shoot some fucking hoops ~time flies went from puffy eyes to college ties and marching troops ~guess we got used to those days spent blowing O's and chugging on the 80 proof god. fucking. damn. ~205. simmons drive you give me chills when i go through my snapchat and find. that ~the memories are still. living. on ~crazy how my life went from beer pong, a good dog, and ripping off the bong ~to attending college living large in taunton and writing songs with poetry and word play for bars life is hard but let this song be my post card when memories burn down to nothing but char
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gooooood morning everyone! today I'd like to explain to you all a little story of the place and people that made my high school career some of the best days of my fucking life. In just a few seconds, I'll impart to you some rhymes about some beautiful times spent at 205 Simmons drive Austin~Kam~Noah. and my main boy ben made me wish years spent blowing live would never end Got 20 bucks a week on allowance and we-knew how we would spend~our days cooped up in~the garage with the sun turning the day to a marage (()) ~out the door but we aint have time to snore guys had-no-time. for the boring whores had to fly~down~the~line and hit the durka store copped a fat iced tea and-maybe we could see. if. we. could. gather~the (()) LEFT~over tree to. pack a couple geebs ~get greens if you packed it or if you had baught the seeds good grief(()) I'm glad. that. we. saved them videos of the memories~acquired on that street wake-up-half-past-8 just~to~create a gravity and. put~on~that~song and let the boys sing along like (life is good life is good. cherish everyday. life is good life is good. cherish everyday) If I may. I would like. to. say~that damn house was the shit not because the 2 stor-ies but the stories created with my friend tree~and me ummm~let's see ~ben threw up the most we still kept him around ~Noah's a hard head fuck who would always had to mess around ~austin always had the stash but not a pocket full of cash ~Kams father was a preacher so he always had to ask(()) ~Tommy came up late and was there when ben shipped off to boot ~oh shoot almost forgot a lot about the dude ~david who would get the trap bag with the airsoft gun and smokin tools~we would use ~to pass the time the squad would go outside and shoot some fucking hoops ~time flies went from puffy eyes to college ties and marching troops ~guess we got used to those days spent blowing O's and chugging on the 80 proof god. fucking. damn. ~205. simmons drive you give me chills when i go through my snapchat and find. that ~the memories are still. living. on ~crazy how my life went from beer pong, a good dog, and ripping off the bong ~to attending college living large in taunton and writing songs with poetry and word play for bars life is hard but let this song be my post card when memories burn down to nothing but char
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