she's so anxious, she's so real,
she wants to move on,
but that **** just won't heal.
wants to forget about the past,
but she's real forreal.
keeps her lips juicy,
but they never peal.
Her thighs are getting bigger,
her waist is getting thicker,
and when she looks in the mirror,
she can't see what I see.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
she's so anxious, she's so real,
she wants to move on,
but that **** just won't heal.
wants to forget about the past,
but she's real forreal.
keeps her lips juicy,
but they never peal.
Her thighs are getting bigger,
her waist is getting thicker,
and when she looks in the mirror,
she can't see what I see.
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