ThiS iS A L♡Ve S♡NG♡♡

Open up your mind , I'm hoping just in time/ your skills for coping got deprived, of seeds for growing on a vine / i see you holding on real tight/ I need you going on to fight/ bleed through clothing that I like/ my long lost only pair of nikes/ air Jordan's normally score likes/ from them whore dykes, that adore pipes/ never the opposite of back to front in 4 wipes / I wasn't always this, dark but I was born white/ grew up starved cuz I was poor like/ we Couldn't even afford rice/ actually it was more like , evictions notices gettin posted on my door right/ as I'm taking home a pretty date/ its pretty great when the pity makes/ her show me her titties shake/ she's a pretty make, and a bombshell model/ auto - mo- beel-off roads, often hauling long boats/ full of honest folks, that're on the road, or more often off to go , fishing on a pro, sessional fisher, conceptual skippers, so in depth when they kill us/ with perpetual jibber/ jabber and blabber that's chatter & filler/ no matter the Miller, bottle you had to have spilled fir/ all the people who killed for or people killed more/ than you think it happens when it really doesnt/ I'm not saying everything's fake on the news or that it wasnt/ more than factual ...ain't that something ..ate that pumpkin, America runs on snakes , fake that dunkin/ take that dunking and rub it up your hump then, make someone come when you sucked dick like a spun chick, strung out, gettin dug out and dumped in...funny how love clouds your trust when/ nothin' she could ever do would refund or have redundancy, you the one for me , I'm the only one that , son of a gun blast, I made you come fast, never before or after have you done laps / and skipped, hop and jumped out yer skin through...all the obvious nonny kissed, deep inside your obelisk/ in my pajamas you get/ into yer skins smooth and you're smiles pretty / I'd swim for a hundred fuckin miles ...in, thee...coldest of oceans , sober or smokin', snored when I broke them, g-spots ,toar them right open, i know how soar you get when it's open, but that's personal shit that I'm hoping/ no one knows or finds out about / cuz without a doubt , every guy will be down to bounce,/ you on his Johnson, his con-Cock- shin, in his cock pit , you Bob tips, slob drips his eyes are long slits/ speakin in gibberish riddles littered with nonsense / the contents, couldn't be delivered legitimately, I'm sincerely illiterate a little bit, I'm oblivious as a guinea pig that first witnessed you ,layin in his bed/ hair still wet, wearin' his sweats , I can smell it in the air, sex/ I swear death...to Loui Vee was all I could think...and red on the walls was all I could see...alll I could see...was loui .all gooey and it was on zoom after he went shopping at zoomies , bought all these cool things...she wanted a mood ring / her father's a booze fiend/ that not up for discussion or views we...avoid the topic oftenly...consciously or sub consciously awkwardly drop it...like its hot,dog