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• Artiste: Mixed Matches
• Titre: Khalil Pt.1
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Khalil, my brother I'm so happy I got to know you It's an honor to say that I was your friend I had met you through Javi and through TJ When they brought you to my apartment in Tampa We were playing Drinking games on the coffee table And you threw up cause you weren't used to the way it felt You were embarrassed, and I told you that it was okay And at least it didn't get on the carpet and then we laughed But who would've thought That we would get to meet that way And that slowly get to see each other much more And I would drive About 20 minutes each way Just to pick you up and have you in my house You would sleep in On my green littlе Ikea futon About twice to maybe 5 timеs a week And I didn't mind For I had loved you For your kindness and genuine compassion For your smile and your dumb little jokes And the way you were there And when I'd cry about the past Like how fucked up I got from graham You would get me and help me to move on to what's next I'd be there always to hear you out With my open arms and maybe some food While you let it out I can’t forget you Even if I tried Even if I’m tired And I fade out And I wishI did more Wish I could’ve seen All the fucking signs When I left town I won’t forget you Even if I lose, even if I can’t Remember myself And I wish I knew more Wish I could’ve stayed Would’ve been around To help you out I will honor You the only way I know how By just doing the things that made you had known me for Khalil mon frere I will miss you for all of my life And will carry out this guilt Until the day I die