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Found a fine, bomb kind of mama, name soft as what the lord say,

glowy calm aura standing besides her, shee first in the line of finer,

I'm first if she in the line of fire,

bottom broader than land of all fauna, as though she,

painted picture perfection presentated panorama,

sweet yet freezing sorbet, brain-climate cold as Norway,

And the pain honest cause she probably the only chick I'd

hang with, all day, Split a fifth with, get lit wit in hallways,

Get my dick licked til glass go dim in cars that still on pay,

Split her like a disc in a grip, the raw way before she, dipped,

then have to wait til she called me for four days,

like hit her up it's past two months, other than,

being ofcourse late and bossy, is foreign,

a cord with no route, costly amounts she'd get when we, ordering out,

I'm getting feelings off silly talk, i be hearing on her cellular route, B

mention guys my guy seen her with, she try to route me,

but phone still, going off, she too on the regular G,

and not how she be doing when she stressing my shit,

Love story not totally what happened to me,

Picture split quick as shit phillies, how real did it get, really,

heard from a dude I know, that her head went both ways,

straight crossed my ass like suduko, prolly just a rumor, though,

I'll pray, but it's killing me to know,

story went, streaming south ways,

streaming same way as tears steaming on my face,

she oughta be bar-placed for fucking my heart up,

on assault case, salty on broadways,

like i'm at the wake, of Gavroche,