Wait, is it: it pains me to say that, my family hates Florida or it pains me to say that “my family hates Florida”
It's early in the morning About a quarter till three I'm sittin' here talkin' with my baby Over cigarettes and coffee, now And to tell you that Darling I've been so satisfied Honey since I met you Baby since I met you, ooh
It's too hot There's no seasons The people are weird The food is mediocre at best They voted for Trump There are no hills The grass is ugly They don't sell Toasted Almond ice cream bars Poland Spring >>>> Zephyrhills Miami is ugly Sry