I wanna rocc me some shows. Can’t rocc with no hoes. Them bitches want me dead and gone. They say that I’m wrong. Can’t love em or truss em nomoe. They moving so wrong. I need to clear my dome. I praying for some hope everywhere I go. Tell ole girl to let me go. No-Truss need to heal up his soul. I know that he gone die alone. I know that I did her so wrong. But that was for the past tense. I really don’t no how to feel. When it come to love. I’m broken I’m torn. I Never meant to to leave you scarred. Put some slashes on yo heart. I know that you tough. So heal up yo heart. I’m sorry my love. Me and love don’t connect. Let me retract. Bacc to them time when I was detained and you love it faded. I’m sorry my lady. I gotta keep moving on. When my heart was broke it was so far gone. I think it shot off straight to the moon. It told me no love no truss. It’s only us. Don’t you ever give it up. It jumped on a magical school bus. Just to make sure that I don’t love. I’m sorry I’m torn!) I’m sorry I’m scarring!