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I messed up, and now you're gone
Gary, I'm sorry I neglected you
Oh, I never expected you to run away and leave me
Feeling this empty
Your meow right now would sound like music to me
Please come home, 'cause I miss you, Gary
Gary, come home
(Gary, come home)
Gary, can't you see I was blind?
I'll do anything to change your mind
More than a pet, you're my best friend
Too cool to forget
Come back 'cause we are family
And forgive me for making you wanna roam
And now my heart is beating like the saddest metronome
Somewhere I hope you're reading
My latest three-word poem
Gary, come home
Gary, come home
(Gary, come home)
Gary, come home
(Gary, come home)
Gary, come home
(Gary, come home), ah
Gary, come home
Gary, come home
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These dudes trippin over ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ like mad men
I'm with Sosa cause I glo, exotic bags full of the loudest blow
Kenzo tee white snow, I'm shifting off the gas, I'm moving slow
I dont lack on my opps cause they dont lack on me
If they try to knock my brother Gary, we gon knock em till he free
We don't gotta a money tree, but we get money from this tree
When Gary coming with the pack, you know he packing that
Gary the sharpshooter, standing on 10, with that black scat
♥♥♥♥♥ we aint having that.
2020 Gary wit it and he strapped like military officers
Sosa glo up