oh snap.
guess who's back?
I'm one step closer to a heart attack.
these flashbacks drawn from a cutback, turned me into an insomniac,
twas only a matter of time until I had a cardiac
arrest me now, officer. I've done you all wrong.
'cause my heart lying in my breast no longer plays a loving song.
I'd love to play the rest, see who else would try and sing along,
but I best not cause more distress, I know where I belong.
this girl KC.
man, she's killing me.
thoughts grilling me, yeah they drilling me!
this thrilling feeling's chilling me to the core, like it's refilling a sea
that just won't quit. My anchor's heavy as ****
my head's split a bit, teeth grit cause I'm full of these images of misfits, and culprits
whose crimes I didn't know they could commit-
they're all me- I'll admit I don't have a permit to
park my *** in this waste of mass class.
just mind the sass, my ego's thick as thick glass, and I don't have the strength to be harassed (rn).
hold up
>>Boi
I don't got time for this.
I need help, man, tell me what to do, I'm ******
this story's this; I miss the abyss in which I could hiss at KC's every bish she brought home,
reminisce that shish in whish I could blissfully talk about french kissing her.
but now I got me a man.
but now she back I've got no game plan.
tell me can you show me again how life is more than her?
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
oh snap.
guess who's back?
I'm one step closer to a heart attack.
these flashbacks drawn from a cutback, turned me into an insomniac,
twas only a matter of time until I had a cardiac
arrest me now, officer. I've done you all wrong.
'cause my heart lying in my breast no longer plays a loving song.
I'd love to play the rest, see who else would try and sing along,
but I best not cause more distress, I know where I belong.
this girl KC.
man, she's killing me.
thoughts grilling me, yeah they drilling me!
this thrilling feeling's chilling me to the core, like it's refilling a sea
that just won't quit. My anchor's heavy as ****
my head's split a bit, teeth grit cause I'm full of these images of misfits, and culprits
whose crimes I didn't know they could commit-
they're all me- I'll admit I don't have a permit to
park my *** in this waste of mass class.
just mind the sass, my ego's thick as thick glass, and I don't have the strength to be harassed (rn).
hold up
>>Boi
I don't got time for this.
I need help, man, tell me what to do, I'm ******
this story's this; I miss the abyss in which I could hiss at KC's every bish she brought home,
reminisce that shish in whish I could blissfully talk about french kissing her.
but now I got me a man.
but now she back I've got no game plan.
tell me can you show me again how life is more than her?
I have a bf yet I'd still **** for KC. Wrote this when I was wondering what to do.
EDIT when I copied and pasted this from Notebooks it didn't post fully! Full piece is now here.
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