there whipsers and rumours that she got lips that kills
its a spectres ball but he in for the long hall
she is insecure , got a heart that is pure
cant help who you adore
... a bit naive and goible
of all the angels in LA , he wore from heaven sent
i think you coolest , do you think i am dope ? '
do you like my poems like i like your music
your style is wicked and i think we finally crack the code
and promise we never have no bad blood
i do acknowleage your GF as long you make me you BFF
erase the history and lets make memories
not tears
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