I'm addicted to the hermits' life like a one passenger since a toddler. girls think I'm socially awkward. They call me handsome whenever I strut. Your boy is a ghost alive. I'm like money, someone that girls love. when I saw Shorty, we were both at the mall with her storkin on. this tall, strong boy walking closer, so I thought he's her boy. till I saw Tom roll alone in one of the stores. so I approach. Hit you with them verbal finer notes. you're like custard mixed with caramel on that skin tone. She said she vibes with my soft tone she good though, knows when to say no and how to keep the conversation going on. hasn't been a week since we started to roam. when I'm with my boys in them, leather coats, your friend be pulling off her phone. she heard how I make you moan when we're in our zone. I hurt your throat. escape the romance for a minute, send shorty from next door to cop a coke. then it's back to talking. I got you exposing all your terrible memories. she said I'm birthing treasured memories in her arteries. hun be careful of what comes out your lips. Words might turn your best friends to enemies.