Baby you got me so obsessed
You know Im twisted up twice
Like 720 degrees
You know I aint nothing nice
But you got to admit
You love riding with me
My old friends might ask
What made you break,
what gave you the disease
If I got back to work
Theyd all shut up
And act like “My nigga Please.”
Please bring a track for me
Tapes push back tapes pause with glee
But you know the rain
It falls down cold
The know the thing, I believe
That it falls down on me.
Don’t bring your ice a fussin x 2
Don’t bring you rock so cold
So this is hustle city
Motherers back up
When they find out the true definition of a ****
Its so scary But you know what
I cant do much when they
Find out which one I love
Its a cold day outside but inside
Its as warm as july
Inside I see the drama on this guy
I love to watch it fly
With her i hate when she goes
With her I masterbated and she knows
Its alright, its alright she can do that
Its alright I thought she knew that
She said - I know - I love it when you do that. I love it when you do that to So Imma do that to you
Cause hey girl hey girl hey girl
I love that I love that
Categories:
motherers, addiction, america, analogy, anger,
Form: Free verse