Produced by Jack Liao

Twelve, 26

Right after Christmas

Yo man, you 17

Look at you, going for your dreams

Some rugby all-star, you might one day be

I can’t forget the first day I met you

“Yo, you look like Jin?!”

Were the first words that came out

And in Humanities, we would always joke about.

Remember the time you moved your dick

And for some reason, Kirkwood didn’t like that trick

We both got kicked

Out of class for something that was just down right sick.

Can’t forget your picture poses man

A face no girl can with-stand

Hands crossed, chin-up

Every time, it’s like “Whatsup!”

I know I missed out on your party

But that doesn’t ruin our friendship now

You know I still love you

And when this shit goes big, it’s gonna be on my #1 debut.

Produced by Jack Liao