Hourssss

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Like what? Like what? Like what? Like damn!
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow. Grah, grah, grah, grah. Boom!!

Text is cool, but what if we go on a late night walk and talk for hours? I never craved anyone like I crave you, like I’m trying to fuck in the shower. Like damn, that pussy got power. Loving her voice, I can listen for hours. No, I’m not perfect. It feel like the voices just keep getting louder. All of that shit go away when im round her. She is my light when I feel like I’m drowning. I’m up, I’m up.

She asked me, “How am I doing today?” She want me back in the stu, cooking up. She hold me accountable. She telling me every day, “You better not fucking give up.” This trauma keep talking to me, its having me second-guess if I’m really good enough. She told me to get out my head. She’s telling me, “Thousands of people thinking that I’m tough.” I came a long way, nigga. I ain’t even thinking ‘bout luck. I was up late night tryna run it up. Lotta niggas I beat to the punch. Lotta niggas can’t even get up. Five dead niggas is in my blunt, like, “What the fuck? Like,

Remember them days I would just pop out the dark and flock at uh nigga for talking too crazy? EBK. These niggas too sneaky. .40 cal, Ion fuck with .380s. First grip was uh 19 P80. I was outside searching for chicken and gravy. I was hungry, never lazy.

Like, I like the way that you move and the way that you talk. When I’m mixing it up in the bed, see you all in your head. Like, I know it get lonely in there. Come here, chill out, sit right there. I wanna show you that I really want you. Like, I wanna show you that I really care, ‘cause I know that you do for a fact. Like, I see that you got my back. You want me to come over? Just send me the add. Like like, where are you at? ‘Cause I’m pulling up fast.

Like, I love a bitch that know how to swag. Love a bitch that know how to act. Like, love the way that she moving to tac. Like bow, bow, bow

Text is cool, but what if we go on a late night walk and talk for hours? I never craved anyone like I crave you, like I’m trying to fuck in the shower. Like damn, that pussy got power. Loving her voice, I can listen for hours. No, I’m not perfect. It feel like the voices just keep getting louder. All of that shit go away every time that I’m ‘round her. She is my light when I feel like I’m drowning. I’m up, I’m up.

She asked me, “How am I doing today?” She want me back in the stu, cooking up. She hold me accountable. She telling me every day, “You better not fucking give up.” This trauma keep talking to me, is having me second-guess if I’m really good enough. She told me to get out my head. She’s telling me, “Thousands of people thinking that I’m tough.” I came a long way, nigga. I ain’t even thinking ‘bout luck. I was up late night tryna run it up. Lotta niggas I beat to the punch. Lotta niggas can’t even get up. Five dead niggas is in my blunt.