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Tè, nò da fi mwen zò. A, ya fi zè mwen gbè. Nò da fi, da zi, mwen kò pò yi. Tè, yaj mi nò gbè zè zò. A, ya fi mwen da zi. Oje.

Hey guys, don't eat this pizza I left on the table, it's definitely not for you. Messy already tried to take it but his hands turned into spaghetti. Ronaldo is crying because he can't have any either.

Listen, years later I see Macaroni Jones at the county fair. This bitch made a Ferris wheel out of goddamn linguine. I'm talking a full-scale rotating ride. People were literally losing their minds, screaming and throwing their wallets at him. It made me so sick I puked glitter.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, ready. Step, step, step, step, go. Turn, turn, turn, turn, stop. Music, music, music, music, flow.

And from the speakers came the sound, the mighty sound of beats. And I tell you this: in my house, we move as one, we feel as one. Because when the rhythm hits, there is no beginning and no end. Only pure groove, only house music.

Listen, the stairs were completely marble, probably about fifteen steps, and I'm telling you, with these dress shoes I had on, it was like walking on glass. No railings, nothing to hold onto, and people were watching, so I had to be careful.

Look, I’m tired of the mixed signals you’re sending. One day you’re all in, and the next you’re acting like we’re nothing. If you don’t want something real, then stop reaching out to me. I know you still feel it, baby, so why keep fighting what’s already there?

Step, step, step, step marching through the dust again. Dust, dust, dust, dust choking up the lungs today. There's no discharge in the war. Twelve, twenty, thirty, forty miles in the burning sun. Pack, pack, pack, pack weighing down the soul again. No end to the march.