stone cold killa
knockin' fellas off
they feet, ****** on the bay
writing poetry and
pushing bodies in the lake
she's a killa, man
get off on false promises
of commitment
no 5-o's, no weapon clues
no witness
i'm dead broke
i'm her next target
spending money on happiness
a poem like a wandering outlaw
us, causing sinister stares under the sunset
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC
stone cold killa
knockin' fellas off
they feet, ****** on the bay
writing poetry and
pushing bodies in the lake
she's a killa, man
get off on false promises
of commitment
no 5-o's, no weapon clues
no witness
i'm dead broke
i'm her next target
spending money on happiness
a poem like a wandering outlaw
us, causing sinister stares under the sunset
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