Let’s get bar heavy
Ease into proper form
You know that bar heavy
A lot of my secrets
Kept in that small telly
Tell me
If they told me
Which period
In which I’ll meet the old me
More alone then lonely
Go ghost
At most
It’s cold feet
I could care less
But impaired
Holds my stare
Please repeat yourself
In a tone
That seems to be running out
Ideas-
Am I running out
You tell me
Here’s the address to my summer house
What is…
Could always be
Especially
Since my special key
Is mine ya
I finally know what’s best for me
At best it’s me
At worst
It’s her
I really think the worst of her
A shit for a person bruh
Well that’s my version huh
You out
I’m in
I win
That’s what I said bitch…!!
PayneInTheCulo 