Untitled Song

i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

and i know this boy called david

People hoping to diminish me, their mind is tainted,

My music's so dope you're sedated

once david started to talk about his life

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

he started to talk about his furute wife she has a blue eyes

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Picture me lettin this chump survive

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

so listen to this guys she has blond hear

She told him erything is real

they had fun times with each others

They slowly showin they colors

This one's for the lovers and we was like brothers

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

first time he met her at disco

Turning to ground zero