All I want for Christmas is T-Pain. Not exactly somebody who could fit in a package under my tree. No offense, T-Pain. You kinda big. It's OK. I love big guys. You know what I'm saying, man? I love you, even if you're big. I want you. For sure. You know? You're my T-Pain. OK, maybe not my T-Pain. You're somebody's T-Pain. Maybe not mine. Too bad. I wish. I wish you was. Ha...I don't normally talk like that. My friend does. All the time. She thinks she's black. You know what I'm saying? I think she thinks she's you. She thinks she's T-Pain! Ha! She does! If she is T-Pain, it doesn't seem surprising. She is T-Pain, because of how she acts. She acts like T-Pain. You know that? I think she is trying to jack your style. No, I'm just playing. Yeah.
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