really it was in the street
outside my home where we would meet
shorty always runnin late
no time to politic she gotta skate
day goes by and evening comes
yet you still here, g'on getchur funds
i look. you look. then we greet.
that day outside. you was on my street.
you start talking. curiosity peaks.
i pose questions... some truths are bleak.
Rhi Rhi? not wit it. no need to reveal.
jus dip off silent. all truth concealed.
some years go by. somehow your voice i hear.
damn. let my guard down.
a dumb bitch, it's clear.
she only fall for fuckboys.
who's that in the mirror?
sike nal i'm jus sayin tho
best of luck to you.
cheers
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Slime Marie
la strega non mente mai
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