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I don't write love songs no more You then ask what is this for I said that I really don't know But either way would you come home                                come home                                                        come home                                                                      ....Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah.... Baby I got it and no not ironic The way that I see you go way past the logic All of the girls in they summer dresses Got me rappin' without none of the stresses Blessings on blessings I'm countin' them: Chance Sonnets to hip-hop that modern romance Fly me to China, I teach you Setswana Drinking that wung zai 'cause batho ra tshwana- Pink: pretty girls like trap music Think: of who got dat music make movements- That's me, that's real, any other nig gotta deal got 'em feels, give 'em tissues, take no issues, under heel- Step on 'em: let 'em know that I'm only one Tell on 'em: got the screenshots say I'm the one Did on 'em- right **** I hit 'em with dat beat Pretty picture model sisters never follow though like you See I got you boo Like no one else luh you Some people want it all But I just want you Yeah, I got you boo Like no one else luh you I also got dem views- and **** all of dem views's you                                               *** What was the joke that we thought was so funny? Can I hear it again? Can it touch me at night and make me feel again?
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
Poem (w/ P and S, after Alicia Keys, in Hangzhou).
I don't write love songs no more You then ask what is this for I said that I really don't know But either way would you come home                                come home                                                        come home                                                                      ....Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah.... Baby I got it and no not ironic The way that I see you go way past the logic All of the girls in they summer dresses Got me rappin' without none of the stresses Blessings on blessings I'm countin' them: Chance Sonnets to hip-hop that modern romance Fly me to China, I teach you Setswana Drinking that wung zai 'cause batho ra tshwana- Pink: pretty girls like trap music Think: of who got dat music make movements- That's me, that's real, any other nig gotta deal got 'em feels, give 'em tissues, take no issues, under heel- Step on 'em: let 'em know that I'm only one Tell on 'em: got the screenshots say I'm the one Did on 'em- right **** I hit 'em with dat beat Pretty picture model sisters never follow though like you See I got you boo Like no one else luh you Some people want it all But I just want you Yeah, I got you boo Like no one else luh you I also got dem views- and **** all of dem views's you                                               *** What was the joke that we thought was so funny? Can I hear it again? Can it touch me at night and make me feel again?
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
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