The last time i touch u i rushed and it fell apart so quick i considered it sand luv / i needed a band line to come thru to march to to these tear drops/ drops that youll never see cause im so pridefull and envious of the next nigga/ Go figure u went from a tru lover to a Gold digger / my skin took in ya finger tips and i scanned all the images my mind so intricatley visioned of the pretense and post sex / everything between turned to regrets /