Work work work, work like an tiny ant~from morning till night, together my dad, in his workshop, talk bout cars, work for duit, i insisted~that i wanna get a new phone~
Time is passed as fast as I cant count it 1 by 1~I separated with my dearness class dawgs~All i gonna to do is wait for the New Year~and keep workin' for the my target~talk bout love, I got chance on somebody, but working so long till cant spend more time on it, feel regret, no matter how hard I do, its very hard for a city dude, to live like in a damn piece villa, drinkin smelly afternoon tea and talk bout BullSh1t~
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