Dinner Date
• Written by Reaper
Reaper's Notes
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I'm putting on a red dress.
He's yelling I should get dress.
I took the first steps.
Me smoking on cigarette.
He's staring at my silhouette.
Say he don't wanna get pressed.
I figured it's the wild west.
We both acting childish.
Tonight there's a lot to accomplish.
Like drive fast because me being a smartass.
I love it when his jaws tense.
I showered him with compliments.
And that's it with arguments.
He said next time we can start another war.
He got the door and I was warned.
They set table for two and nobody more.
He's in a black suit and tie.
He's asking me what I wanna try.
It's not on the menu.
That is to be continued.
I'm realizing.
These ladies watching.
He knows I know.
He says you seem to be the fucking show.
We signed the tab.
He left no pride intact.
He said kindly.
I'm the only nigga with Johnny.
Long story short.
He took me home.
Knock the ugh out the dome.
I remember all this while spitting on this microphone.
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Reaper
Member since November 26 2013