Green_09-26

when the sunsets an the street lights set, live my life with no regrets, hoppng off da porch at nineteen sitting on the bottom step since I was 3 now I pour myself a drink an just think, sipping to the homies an to the missing you memories fuck da bullshit, ain't love grand if you got bands cause I remember the first time she ain't wanna hold my fuckn hand even recklessly looked at another man, so to all the nights I went on that lonely drive makes me wanna make up for all dem lonely nights cayse you would put on your makeup an even put on that double look taker,. an never want to be by myside with yo see threw, brand new got my babymaker jumping throbbing in my jeans, trying to get yo except you stopped giving a fuck less bout me, so I live my life with no regrets, hopping off the porch, trying to cash a check an when I'm on dat bottom step, all alone writing in my phone, yeah I'm probably writing a song about you an singing the hook bout fucking you, an how you never seemed to love me as you claim to say you do so fuck it, I'm let it burn slo, an sip till I cant pour myself one mo r cause I'm fucked up as the door closes on another room, what the fuck you mad for, cayse i fucked once mo, neither one was to the memories of me and you, besides wasn't like you fucking ever told me the truth, live your life with no regrets fuck being tied to jyst one bitch, unless I'm being tied to, while she does the suckin up n down all on my dick, an friend sucks on nuts 1 an then two blunt in my mouth, while she rotates them damn hips, couldn't believe you didnt think, I was gonna sit n never wanna fuck again, cause my list now consist, of sex with two at the same time dick sucked by someone new an writing just a few new rhymes hoping off da fucking porch, like its brand new fucking everybroad an her friend too. imagine that, writing wraps, wife beater an a fitted cap. pocket 2 pocket stacked an cant fit my bag, so one sock got my stash, the other got my rubbers I has to have, cause my hearts broken an I'm feeling sad, meanwhile her head goes to my lap, an like that the feelings gone, an it's back to making that paper stsck, an that song bout how the thrill is gone, s