Chilling with my chick, at the local lake, watching the sunset, ya' can't miss.
Grey; Green; Blue mixed with that Burgundy bliss
Right before the night shines bright with stars and moon light
Go in for a kiss, hella nervous, she was outta sight
Reciprocation got me high as a kite
Even when we fight we resolve no hard feelings
We make bread, we stay cheesing cuz we make killing's
She worked two jobs, as did I
She wasn't driven by 1 percenter aspirations, she was so fly
She spoke intellectually and had mad empathy
I didn't have to put on a front, she was into me
Into the little things like dark chocolate and sunsets
Dig this partner, can't wait to see what is up next.
About the Creator
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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