New day, new, you wake your ass, only straws, straws, it's the money you're fucking gratitude to, be mine.

Listen to me, I elaborate, daily wisdom from me, J.B. Smooth.

Let me tell you something, Miles.

And everybody out there, you gotta be careful what you wish for.

People say that all the time.

And they always rub it in your face.

Hey, be careful what you wish for.

Let me tell you a story, Miles.

And everybody out there.

It was a hot summer in YC, humidity up to maybe 99% humidity.

Hot sticky.

Ooh, I mean, that song, Miles.

Hot, hot fun.

Some in the city.

Ooh, back of my neck, dirty and gritty.

And I tell you, my neck was dirty and gritty, Miles.

Oh, it was so damn hot.

Hot that summer.

Every time you went in that fridge, Miles, all we saw was water and a cold ass condensation covered can of V8.

Woo, we young, we 10 years old, 12 years old.

We went up to hell of V8's.

All we saw was that condensation.

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