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I wanna know more than ya’ name. I wanna know, where are you going ? What did you dream about last night ? How do those beautiful eyes see beyond the lies blanketed over so many why’s ? Unconventional hoes find comfort in lukewarm relationships. Authenticity from the majority feels microwaved so naturally over time any thing less than pure honesty is distasteful.

Listen,

With a golden shovel I’d dig to the center of the earth in a Gucci suit, dirty as fuck to discover all of you.

Write her a couple songs, first a poem that’s far better form. My love is exclusive bitch this ain’t no forum.

You can’t breath anymore ? … Sure you can.

You can’t be happy ? … Sure you can.

Who go love you better, nobody like I can.

You wanna do it again ? Sure we can.

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