mistakes
• Written by Quentin-Da_Skeme
High: that's why they call us planes
It's more, it's a game with no mistakes,
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
I learnt from my mistakes, and i'm now much wiser
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
I wallow in my mistakes i don't regret but exert me
So fuck that fakes,they madden too much mistakes
Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates
Rise up from mistakes as you come to.
I call em up, they might fall through
For the occasion, paper planes
Well we all make mistakes
Gotta learn from my mistakes, rhymes must become more tricky/
And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
Mad some mistakes by voting u
Mama ain't raise no fool, true
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Quentin-Da_Skeme
Member since January 30 2020