PUBGIRL I
• Written by SONOFJACK
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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SONOFJACK
Member since November 24 2023