Roses remind me of the birth of my daughter. This is both terrible, and terribly entertaining. This is a date stamp to tell you that she was born in 2004 just after this song spent some serious time on the Top 10 charts. I spent a lot of time in the car, stuck in traffic, cranking the bass up when one day I noticed my baby was kicking along to the beat. It seemed that the harder the beat, the harder Kylinn would kick, and being a fan of Outkast, we played this song a lot.
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