This is a song about "I miss your love"

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

So please don't go i love u n i miss u so much

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

When i click clack i will never miss

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

You know i love that pussy just like your cat lady grandma

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,