Don’t gimmie that bullshit that I like to spit, sounds tied to the chain on a bicyclist
Going back and then forth
Spin around in your grace
All up in my face, all up in my space, girl you like the taste, laid up in my bed for days,
Laziness your grace,
you get me laid then laid to waste, prove your love for shade, it stained your face
Fuck for a month or two, morals all askew, acting like we’ve thunk it through,
But call me liar? Who the fuck is you.
 I say I love you every day and act in ways to hope you know it’s true,
Frozen heart, they talk too much
I know they do
Laughing drinking blow crud with you
And then you throw it on me
While I throw it back to you
Fuckin sucking nuttin
Till the lust is through
Written by beanbandit (David Gonzales)
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