It makes no sense.
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Me to fren. I feel like I've been running a marathon and I'm on the final straight. So hard to keep pushing, but the finish line is just front of me. Hold the line
We're running together, brother and I will run until my legs give out. Lucky for me, I'm a fast runner.
And if your legs give out we'll pick your ass up and carry you, no fren left behind!
As with you, fren.