Pimp Or Die
I have a stalker that I love, I should be in church but I'm in the club, I think the attention is like a drug to my self confidence, yeah I know that's supposed to be autonomous, whenever I need to feel love or get lost in the moment, I know you are down because you're my biggest proponent, I act like I'm not interested to see how far you let me take it, then you turn on the charm and to myself I say might don't make it, once again I wake up next to my number one fan, it's been seven years & don't ask me because I still don't understand, maybe I don't have a stalker I'm just seeing competitive spirit, or maybe I'm in a relationship but refuse to endear it
Copyright © Christopher Nova | Year Posted 2019
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