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Do you think about me now and then Now I’m coming home again

I met this girl when I was three years old
And what I love most she had so much soul
She said Excuse me little homie I know you don’t know me
But my name is Windy and I like to blow trees and
From that point I never blow her off
Niggers come from out of town I like to show her off
They like to act tough she like to toe em off
And make em straighten up their hat cuz she know they soft
And when I grew up she showed me how to go downtown
And in the nighttime her face lit up so astounding
I told her in my heart is where she’ll always be
She never mess with entertainers cuz they always leave
She said it felt like they walked and drove on me
Knew I was gang affiliated got on tv and told on me
I guess that’s why last winter she got so cold on me
She said yay keep makin keep makin that platinum and gold for me

I’m coming home again
Do you think about me now and then
Do you think about me now and then
Cause I’m coming home again
Coming home again
Do you think about me now and then
Do you think about me now and then
Oh
Now I’m coming home again
Maybe we can start again

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