Dear Ilsa
Speak the evidence clear
Smooth voices dances like the smoke in the air
Scribble in books while I'm fighting back tears
Soon sinical hooks will have you smile in ears
And tho life is tough I laugh it up
I break it down and spark it up
I'm wondering
Like what the fuck the fuck is luck
The night is young I'm old as fuck
You say we lost touch but I'm my mind we lost time
Our moments of lust were really rusting my shine
I lock my phone you crack the code I stole show and now you know
How I've been living my life
If God was a woman would I finally praise her
Or would it be love with a twist
I mean to be honest I already got her name on my wrist
Just a degenerate who thinks he found love
But how can I love someone who not even close to give a hug huh
She sent those drunk snaps closer to midnight
I hadn't seen her since the last time
She playing games like it's fortnight
That's not right
I can be Martin she can be Gina
Oh how I love her and lord know that I need her
We can be fly like Kanye and Amb said
There will be laughs and there will be tears but don't get upset
She's so lovely even when she's bunny
I check my chest for my heart to take her
She so yummy with a tummy keep me comfy
Like a heart break window winds could break her
If I can be so lucky she can be Tiff and I could be Chucky
We could be stuck like honey on spoons soon She'll be yelling out "Humpf"
Love me of course
True
Smooth voices dances like the smoke in the air
Scribble in books while I'm fighting back tears
Soon sinical hooks will have you smile in ears
And tho life is tough I laugh it up
I break it down and spark it up
I'm wondering
Like what the fuck the fuck is luck
The night is young I'm old as fuck
You say we lost touch but I'm my mind we lost time
Our moments of lust were really rusting my shine
I lock my phone you crack the code I stole show and now you know
How I've been living my life
If God was a woman would I finally praise her
Or would it be love with a twist
I mean to be honest I already got her name on my wrist
Just a degenerate who thinks he found love
But how can I love someone who not even close to give a hug huh
She sent those drunk snaps closer to midnight
I hadn't seen her since the last time
She playing games like it's fortnight
That's not right
I can be Martin she can be Gina
Oh how I love her and lord know that I need her
We can be fly like Kanye and Amb said
There will be laughs and there will be tears but don't get upset
She's so lovely even when she's bunny
I check my chest for my heart to take her
She so yummy with a tummy keep me comfy
Like a heart break window winds could break her
If I can be so lucky she can be Tiff and I could be Chucky
We could be stuck like honey on spoons soon She'll be yelling out "Humpf"
Love me of course
True
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