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Rasta girl "after saraeve after jon sands after angel nafis"

Rasta girl is always considered jafackin
Rasta girl hates when she is replaced by hatian
Rasta girl live in the city
Rasta girl locks act like white girl hair
Rasta girl cheats on curry for american diners
Clothes
Drinks
But never trees
Rasta girl yo mon chu know whea to get some trees
Yo!!! Not all rasta girls smoke weed
Because like jon sans said "you know you can be addicted to weed right.!?"
Rasta girl avoid trible signs like pedestrians on dirt roads
Thickness loses all respect for american sculptures
Rasta looks more like newark each day
Rasta girl appriciate beaches only on tv
Rasta girl drinks emo juice
Cuts off her tung and trade it in for a pair of jordan shoes
Rasta girl becomes black girl faster than a white girl diyes her hair.
Flag folder for a soldier tucked away deep in the attic
Rasta girl tries her hardest to forget her country but dreams about it in her sleep
Rasta girl mother was a afrcian queen
Shaped like she was molded out of clouds her skin imbroded with softness
Rasta girl be the only one parties dirty dancing
Rata girl turns dirty dancing into nothing but hips winding
Circular movement spinning catching the attention of every mans purpose
Rata girl eyes like her thighs are dangerous
Acts as bate to capture old souls lost in the wind
Rasta girl is more gangster than jackson
Never bitch about lost love or found happiness
Rasta girl is more man than the straightest man in the room
Rasta girls plays both sides of the field but only sleeps on one
Rasta girl blinds in very well
Americanizing herself to the tee so christian worshipers wouldn't know her god namee is bobby
Rasta girl works like mexicans in a store
Rasta girl hates pork
Rasta girl quotes movies with white girl for hours like a white guy failed movie attemp
Rasta girl loves adele
Rasta girl looks like high school asian kid with no home
Rasta girl isn't really that rasta at all
But loves

Once upon a time

You were like the water my fairy tale image of god walked on
First time we met was like watching a disney movie
Or better yet in lion king because magic was all around us
The dramatic cd skipping only on the good parts
Because even with it stuck I was still able to go forward with all the words
You were like a limited edition beeper in the 80's
I considered you to be one of kind
Like red red wine
Classic yet so aged and sweet
You were once the images I drew in chalk across my heart
Leaving my hands dry and colored but it was nothing a little water couldn't take care of
You were like a clear day on the darkest night
Or the peddles I blew off a steam to wish upon
The creases in a freshly opened notebook
Those one pair of shoes I just can't get rid of
the bettles vinal when it first realesed world wide
I was the popparazi in your eyes
You're like a box holding my favorite pin
If I were to loose it a part of me would have died
More unique than a jade stone
More precious than a new born
You were what I considered a ring
A Circle with no beginning and no end
Something that symbolizes binding
But not of the soul only mind
Always played for the same team
Together we were the un eaten version of two peads in a pod