Circle small like a skittle eating this bad young bitch and she taste like brittle ima dawg no kennel make a chick cream kitty litter ima real hitta pull ya calling card im living like kent i just aint take barbies car when you left me i was scarred and it left a stain my bandaid red feelings dead letting shit between you and them go over my head when i shouldve just said You calling on me but i done pulled ya calling card telling me you love me and really left me scars drowning out my pain with this gin and percocets i reset and i refresh i cant feel for you again im numb now