Old love sticks to these nights like good habits turned villain.
New love outgrew her cape and sold it to some **** that went to her high school.
YOU DON'T PLAY WITH LAST YEARS TOYS ON THIS YEARS CHRISTMAS!
With my teeth, I would tear this stanza to a molecule just to know how much of a 'dog' I am.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 2:41 AM UTC
Old love sticks to these nights like good habits turned villain.
New love outgrew her cape and sold it to some **** that went to her high school.
YOU DON'T PLAY WITH LAST YEARS TOYS ON THIS YEARS CHRISTMAS!
With my teeth, I would tear this stanza to a molecule just to know how much of a 'dog' I am.
