The plight of a rapper or whatever
Now im a registed sex offender
You see dem boys sign me to the scope right
Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied
We fight then we have make up sex
A coward dies a thousand deaths
Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black
"im mad with wanting to have you back"
Me and your mum had rough sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
And we havin' rough sex
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame
Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane
Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud
Every afternoon not wanting to be around
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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