A metaphor, for the insecure
At bunker hill hot summer,
On my mama nigga, i be gone for months
Only need to look at me 3 seconds
The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.
So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine
He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run
Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random
I'm sick of this prick who sucks and fucks a stick
Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick
I gotta bounce, i don’t call her
Spring, fall, winter, and summer
I live a life of luxury, but trust me, i'm the man it sucks to be
But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby
I thought i recognized her
In the heat of the summer,
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