Out in the open
Get a margarita frozen
See potential mates shoot like the last name Derozen
First name Demar
Anyone who likes long walks and Kendrick Lamar
Anime and Lemonade with a strawberry infusion
Little to no filters no rooms for illusions
Tall brown skin lady Blonde hair with a wide load
Gave the dude a grin brew in hand, I had to take a nice stroll
Over
"M'am you absolutely stunning, a four leaf clover"
Introduced myself and then exchanged monikers
Charmed the modern flapper with funny stories of the commoner
925 no jive tales over Belgian ale
She digging the southern suburban charm, felt me like braile
Asked if I had some kale and I said "Hell yeah!"
Had to bail the scene with Ms. Ting, light the green
Emergency exit stairway with very little witnesses
just the two of us on the steps, smoking throwing stones at the businesses
we used to work for. laughs abound ends with a cheek kiss
got the number dipped home, damn them butterflies,
its been a minute
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MC Flo Buf
Just a rapper doing it for the vibers and the 925ers. I've always wanted to have my own blog. This is my haven for writing. Poetry and playlists a plenty. Enjoy
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