This is a song about "My bestfriend torri"

My words are my rhythm

Just a place that they can come

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Or fascinated by a beamer

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

These my rhymes and my story

That is my wish, my fantasy.

On they twitter writing novels, see

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

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

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,