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In the framework of the party house turned trap you pushed a man to the wall and pulled out your glock 357 and held it to his temple like it wasn’t loaded and you weren’t angry and I was in the closet with a boy whose name I never thought to learn and to this day I have kept your secret I'll never know what you whispered in his ear as the bass dropped somewhere downstairs but I will never forget the way your trigger finger twitched and the way he dropped his cup and ***** mixed with cranberry juice fell to the floor and soaked into the carpet I wonder if the stain is still there I wonder if they’d even care if they knew it could be blood on the ground in their bedroom and you stalked out after tucking the gun back into your waistband and pushing your hair back into place and he leaned against the wall and fell to his knees like he was seeing Jesus
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
Gangsta Boy (Gun Edition)
In the framework of the party house turned trap you pushed a man to the wall and pulled out your glock 357 and held it to his temple like it wasn’t loaded and you weren’t angry and I was in the closet with a boy whose name I never thought to learn and to this day I have kept your secret I'll never know what you whispered in his ear as the bass dropped somewhere downstairs but I will never forget the way your trigger finger twitched and the way he dropped his cup and ***** mixed with cranberry juice fell to the floor and soaked into the carpet I wonder if the stain is still there I wonder if they’d even care if they knew it could be blood on the ground in their bedroom and you stalked out after tucking the gun back into your waistband and pushing your hair back into place and he leaned against the wall and fell to his knees like he was seeing Jesus
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
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