Sarah E

I like my girls skinny with brains. I like my hoodies fuck with lame. I like my friends imaginary with no names. And I make music for the fuck of it, No fame. Aim, shoot the gun of love, Rounds. Tried to find ammo but it's none around Town. So I went down south but I ended Up north. Up top, sittin' on cloud nine's white Porch. And of course, my car's off course. You're so white, my blinkers don't work. I'm tryna let the force be with you, I Get you. Music is my first but I contemplate Divorce. You make a nigga sing songs nice. You make a nigga nighttime day. And you make the flowers things say turn gray Yellow. Suck that I didn't get the chance to Say hello. I wanna eat you out like Jell-O. And mess with your body like the bass and The cello. And tell your mom I said hello. You wanna go to prom with--Nigga, hell no. Fuck. Shit. And another one. Better than other one. Another love song about shit. And I'll be rich if I get another diss. Well, maybe Cupid won't miss. Another love song about shit. And I'll be rich if I get another diss. Well, maybe Cupid won't miss. Maybe. No. Maybe. Sorry. Maybe. I got a date. Maybe. F that. I like her L-I-K-E. The only difference is she won't fuck with me. But she will fuck with that vegetable with the Heirs full of X and O's. I wanna tie her body up and throw her In my basement. Keep her there so nobody could Wonder where her face went. Shut the fuck up. Shut the--you gonna fucking Love me, bitch. I'ma fucking put this gun to your fucking head. But all I really want is a kiss on The cheek in private, not public in the streets. And your cupcake I would eat and your toes 'cause I got a big fetish with the feet. I just want somebody I can see. You could be a gold digger, you ain't gotta Love me. I'm serious. I don't ask for much. Your heart literally is what I do work for Lunch. Now this shit has turned into a habit. I'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my Way. And truthfully, girl you really make my day. I would probably kill myself if you told me You was gay. And I can't even look the Other way. Your aura is a magnet, my eyes A metal bag, it's attracting. LOL laughing. You're a gold Oscar and I'm just acting. And I want your cinema hole. And have our kids play supporting role. Climbing up the pole. Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold. And I was in love. I will never get over you. Somebody help me. Ever. Sarah. Another love song about shit. And I'll be rich if I get another diss. Well, maybe Cupid won't miss. Maybe. Another love song about shit. And I'll be rich if I get another diss. Well, maybe Cupid won't miss. You're my lady. Taste so good. Be my lady. lady. You can be my stafford. Bruh. I loved you. Sarah. Half your body laying on my chest. The rest is on my stomach, that's including your Breasts. And I'ma just take another guess. Now you probably wishing that you woulda said yes. Am I crazy? Maybe. But fucked up is how I been lately. Shit, I don't give a fuck. Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck. Bitch you tried to play me like a dummy Now you stuck up in my motherfucking basement all Bloody. And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie All cummy. Looking in your dead eyes, what the Fuck you want from me? What did you want from me? What did you want from me? Police. I gave you everything. Police. But I guess I wasn't the one. This is the police. Open the door. I don't Goddamn, you're surrounded. I don't know. Motherfucker. Open up or we'll barge In right here. Bust in this bitch.