come at her like
Whats your name?
What you in to?
naw thats not ganna work
got to get those words that ganna get you
hold you like the pedals i'll never bruise
Naw to deep thats way to soon
how can i do this
step up to the table like hello my name is Luis
man im like screw this
stressing to much thinking to far
gotta act quick before another dude raises the bar
I got it i got it i'll dance for her
naw got to think out the box
done thinkin ... i'll just wright a poem
Send her my thoughts.
End it with XOXO i like you a lot.
If Jesus had a casino
I'd be a holy roller
Got so much cheddar
I be making cheese curds
Praise be to the based god
Yung trap lord
The holy trinity
I love to be an octave above
you're off key
I sing in spite of the slow pain
there's something terribly wrong
with the way the letters spread over these notes
I feel lost in the sea
it devours meaning
to sing about it anyways
the style all of my poetry stole away
you could never be a poet
you move too quickly,
you're always happy,
you claim to read poetry,
I don't believe you for a second
and you tell me that you love me
when I've done nothing
I haven't been beautiful,
I haven't shown you any of my pearls
I am nothing
baby is the smog in the sky
always elated, always growing,
always obscuring everything I truly love more
truly, I don't know what to make of this.
human psychology is a bitch.