Dear Jeff, I wrote you
but you still ain’t callin’
I left my cell,
my pager,
and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two Teslas back in autumn
You must not’a got ’em
There probably was a problem
at the Island docks or somethin’
Sometimes I scribble addresses
too sloppy when I jot ’em
But anyway, fuck it.
what’s been up, man? How’s Donald?
Heard he’s at The Island too
I’m tryna see the young girls
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