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PUBGIRL I
- Met one girl one time, at the cafe
- sublime lips, and those eyes, the hips sashay past me
- Immediate feining for her, o dawg get my ass beat
- smooth like cascade, if she were moving any quicker she'd be Class A
- Wanna keep this image till my last days, ill keep her past safe, lucky 7 like Craig
- pass a WKD to me please, need some dutch in me, courageous like lion
- only brave cos im lyin, doubt multiplying, all this time feel death bubbling, still surviving
- co signing my contract with the reaper, say lived backwards, devil of a life, satans choirs massing
- the drink stumbling me, but i mustn't believe i cant achieve, if i don't try i can't pass grade
- i became, someone the brass can't save, bumbling hunk of a man last brain
- cells, it tells, it shows, i know, need help, do i? i do, lost myself on the way(way)
- do i look tired? do i look wired? Do i look fired, look like i cried for hours?
- hope i hid it well, hope yall think im still myself, the pills and the drink, thats the base of my empty towers
- thats three vices, if my body was mice, there'd be no man left, my smile look cleft
- no modie from me, but this girl, knew she'd be my whole world, never knew she'd be my hell
- i double guess once, twice, pick up the drink and head over
- shes sat down, i get closer, and closer, sweat by the moment, hope its not over
- before its began, shaky body doing one leggy, flamingo that can't stand
- i say hey, hope she says it back, heart flipping like Simone Biles
- she looks up and smiles, white teeth like bathroom tiles, tight jeans, ass poppin like projectiles
- She replies, asks me to sit down, mischief plays in her eyes
- 1000 miles, in that moment, knew i'd walk it for her, wasn't even cautious, simply talking to her
- Must be the pop, got another drink, brought it to her
- her hand got lost in her purse, but im like on the house, she say wanna see my house?
- Woah, woah, woah, timeout, i cried out, we just met
- trust me, im no sket, she said, Just looking for a real good friend:
- Some guy who exudes that leng ,i could abuse his pen, bite it off the top, go footloose like ren
- damn, she got game, the brains and the looks too, now its just up to me to choose
- to either excuse myself or lose myself right here and now, my heart and thoughts both fight to be loud
- Im tripping on it now, slipping, almost dancin, im crippin it now, words come out
- im choking now, but yes reaches the table, delight plays with her, bringing me stable
- tell her listen, im able, missy im ready, you wanna go now, when we ain't so pissed that we get labeled
- she smirks, tells me shes game, as we leaving just realise still don't know her name
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