عيون مرسومة لوحة فنية بديكي تن نظاف قدامك زوغوا منك بوسخوا بالطن الحجة دايرة حاجة دن بدون م اسأل كم تش تش تش تش مفضي فيهم gun اديكي الرقم اا وين يا مقفل مع القانق ماشي اطرشق كاسين يا
She on my lap giving top, I’m a Mac, she got a Apple on her back, back stop, don’t put your mouth on my drink don’t backwash, washed out, emotional drought, got me in the doghouse, too long going all in and going all out, I give up, now I’m on y’all route, lazy life southern draw mouth, leaving lasting impressions within your first 10 seconds, people pass judgements, not based on what you do or doesn’t, could be a rumor they heard that’s true or wasn’t might’ve been a mistake and it was your cousin, now I’m frying for their faults in this oven, ooo don’t rub it, rub it, no lamp, no Aladdin, no genie, no jasmine, but we gotta lotta gin start consuming and you’ll let yourself in, start overindulging, guilty of gluttony and vanity possibly my reasoning for losing my sanity, write your name down next to the number you handed me, won’t be calling don’t need another to abandon me, speaking candidly, don’t wanna be smothered like the last few, can’t stand that, I’ll be right here or I ran back, back to the crib that’s the only place I feel invited, no reason ever for writing, can’t find anything for my mind to keep it undivided kinda like it, like it even though it’s really typed in, keep me on the straight and narrow like I’m drivin
