Needs
• Written by Aviator
I see my sights and dreams, I'm only seventeen
In the future wedding ring, To cover up the scenes
When I'm not being me, Your mad so I can see
That I better let you be, Understand your privacy
I understand your past, Smoking marijane to cure the pain
Just to get your heart broke again and again,
What you needed was a man, I was suited so I'm doing what I can
By your side I hold your hand, Till the mutha fucken end,
I got supply that you demand, She dont ask kus she command
She's the goddess of my land, Thank god I got a friend
Thank god I lay with you, All t
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Aviator
Member since March 24 2015