Use to write a song but now the beat just plays me.
Flirting with the mic I can see it wanna kiss me.
It's getting kinda intimate how my poems hold me
Leaving my brain on a page that's oral you see...
******** gave me keys to city,
Drinking all my words the pencil told me to "marry me"...
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Use to write a song but now the beat just plays me.
Flirting with the mic I can see it wanna kiss me.
It's getting kinda intimate how my poems hold me
Leaving my brain on a page that's oral you see...
******** gave me keys to city,
Drinking all my words the pencil told me to "marry me"...
