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Originally Posted by Mr.November+
Its Friday...time to get my boogie on
I come fresh with a pair of baby blue Stacy Adams on...
Light blueish-grey slacks with a grey v neck sweater from Express...
Oh yeah I dressed fresh...More importantly I impress...
With my haircut that looks like it was photshopped...
I dont walk I slowly bop across the floor..
Nothing forced everything real smooth...
I catch eyes as soon as I walk through the door...
My ego just blew up a little more...
Not Remy so Im humble but Im confident...
Im accomplished so I do everything real polished...
I make eye contact and as soon as i get that little smile...
I approach make light conversation...
Nothing blantant have a talk for a little while...
Getting her on the dancefloor and boogie...
26 yrs old but real oldschool...
Make the foxy lady feel real special...
I take back to when my pops did it...
With the curly afro and tight bellbottoms...
I do with the slacks and fresh pair of shoes...
I feel good it must be the shoes...
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lol this poem is a change good one....
cheered me up...and i like the fast flow
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