Swag swag swag swag,
That's the mating call of an imbecile,
Dressed in a hat with a flat bill,
Tall tee, pants sag, and a pocket full of xanny pills,
He's got a skull that's as thick as an anvil, and a
Blank look on his face, intellect at a standstill, he's
Got a gold chain with his name, but
He can't pay his damn bills, and
His mom's always "get a damn job and grow up!"
He's like "man chill!"
Cause one day, when he looked in the mirror,
He was grown, couldn't face it,
Cause he was too adapted to a life of,
Burning blunts in a basement, yes
He was trapped in a dream,
Full of jewelry and lust, where
You can't see the world,
Cause your eyes won't adjust, so
He started doing crime, and
Then time, for the bust, and
As the years ticked by,
He began to mistrust,
He looked back on his life,
With a sense of disgust:
"Where did it all go?"
He's now asking himself,
He'd impoverished his mind,
For material wealth.
Now he looks in the mirror,
Getting old, can't face it:
"If I only live once, then
Damn why did I waste it?"
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.