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Chop up the soul Reece, set on his goals Reece
I hate the new Reece, the bad mood Reece
The always rude Reece, spaz in the news Reece
I miss the sweet Reece, chop up the beats Reece
I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Reece
See, I invented Reece, it wasn't any Reeces
And now I look and look around and there's so many Reeces
I used to love Reece, I used to love Reece
I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Reece
What if Reece made a song about Reece
Called "I Miss The Old Reece"? Man, that'd be so Reece
That's all it was Reece, we still love Reece
And I love you like Reece loves Reece