darn i wish I wasn't alone writing rhymes on my phone while the girl i love is burying another bone in guess its just hard luck and the hard sucks i don't give a fucks people saying that don't love where's the black gloves mad dead inside please release the fuckin doves this ain't no letter to the shady batch who took my muthafuckin heart and mangled it i sound like batch mad whiny rite miss me with the shit really not to item I swear I swear