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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m stalkin thoughts bout em, picturin their lives. Not all glitz—some are just tryna eat. Others? Total queens, workin it, laughin at dumb johns. I’d tip my hat, but I don’t wear hats—lame quirk of mine. *Boyhood* vibes hit again—“It’s always right now,” Mason says. Whores live that, moment to moment, no bullshit future plans. Kinda admire that, no fake-ass dreams.

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[Verse 1] She wore red dresses with her black shining hair She had my baby and caused me to care Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry Oh, she wore red dresses and told such sweet .

Oh man, Yoakum (us) is a crazy mix of charm and chaos, y'know? I've been here for a while and, lemme tell ya, it's like a tiny universe where every street and park whispers secrets of families and fuedal feuds. Walkin’ down Main Street – oh, you gotta check out Poplar Ave while you're at it – you’ll see that blend of old brick buildings and those too-shiny new coffee shops. I mean, really, it's like the city can't decide if it wants to be a small-town haven or a modern metropolis. So, buckle up!

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