Pretty Violent.

Some lyrics to a song.

Writing can be used as a tool to work through life.

Everyone is going through something,

read something. She got a sexy ass.

Beautiful face.

Innocent eyes.

Freaky lips.

Careful with her or you will get hit.

A love like this, Pretty Violent.

What started as a kiss introduce the witch. A few months later he calling her bitch.

A few days after her hair turned grey, she tired of the bullshit the lying everyday.

Drama, drama, drama, You need to call Tyrone.

Come get yo clothes, get gone! And hell naw you can’t use my phone.

That’s what the fuck she on! Damn, man how you handle that?

Just a minute ago we fucking like rabbits, licking on my carrot, now she see’s my bad habits.

Crying to her Mom and Dad, You know how that go. Now I ain’t shit though, I tried so damn hard to keep it simple.

I been knew she was violent. Engulfed in her eyes and everything behind it.

How could something so pretty, be so god damn violent? I guess it’s all about timing and alignment.

Now I’m dreaming about this woman trying to find her. Nightmares of this beauty queen, favorite song Billie Jean.

Ducking dirty Diannas, Moonwalking, Billie Jean, That kid ain’t mine stop wasting my time.

And I ain’t trying to go out like that dude from Sublime. It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t left you, with a dope beat to step to or without some good weed to smoke through ….

She got a sexy ass.

Beautiful face.

Innocent eyes.

Freaky lips.

Careful with her or you will get hit.

A love like this, Pretty Violent.

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