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My Day with Luigi Mangione
It was a day I’d never forget
me and my homie Luigi
on the 4th of December
from approximately 6am to 6pm
fixed up my old Monte Carlo
drove from New York to Florida
met a few musicians
joined their band
I played guitar
while Luigi was on drums
playing for hours on end
when done we helped clean up
met a couple of nice ladies
I don’t know what got into my bud
but he said we should fly to Paris
take the ladies to the Eiffel Tower
I said what the heck
drank some whine and ate some bread
luigi wanted to drive
but I said no way
I’m calling a cab
we got in a little bit of a tiff
for some reason he went off about CEOs
and how they are people too
I was like whoa?
they kill millions every year
his argument was they aren't to blame
the system is
so we agreed to disagree
when we finally parted ways
it was already daylight
I wonder whatever happened to Luigi
guess I’ll never know
me and my homie Luigi
on the 4th of December
from approximately 6am to 6pm
fixed up my old Monte Carlo
drove from New York to Florida
met a few musicians
joined their band
I played guitar
while Luigi was on drums
playing for hours on end
when done we helped clean up
met a couple of nice ladies
I don’t know what got into my bud
but he said we should fly to Paris
take the ladies to the Eiffel Tower
I said what the heck
drank some whine and ate some bread
luigi wanted to drive
but I said no way
I’m calling a cab
we got in a little bit of a tiff
for some reason he went off about CEOs
and how they are people too
I was like whoa?
they kill millions every year
his argument was they aren't to blame
the system is
so we agreed to disagree
when we finally parted ways
it was already daylight
I wonder whatever happened to Luigi
guess I’ll never know
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