Of all my lost loves, where have you been?
Looking east on Church Street as the workday begins
My future self is watching me right now through my memories
We only have ourselves to blame
New Orleans, Louisiana
There’s a special hustle spirit in someone who will endure not only a marathon of spontaneous dance routines, but do so in the early summer humidity of the Big Easy
All you wanna do is ride around
I’m straight struggling
find a place inside your heart and hide away
I’m coming home
this isn’t romance
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