MY MOMANGER

 im sorry if i put my nose where shouldnt 
but i am obsessed how you wear that clothes
looks just like my typ , drip and strip 
that i write to much about ya 

kinda hate how i talk about ya 

do you even notice i am there 

i am mean i all naked and i really want ya to , taste it 

if you only looked over would you fall over

like i fell out that wheelchair 

now i cant help to think of those days 

that wore better then any discos 

you and i , ride to die 

jay and bey - thinking we quite fly 

never thought i would naked like that kimmy 

but never thought you mentally would drain me

i thould pick hold on a shelf but now i feel like elf 

just because your ghost hunt you doesnt mean 

you can be so mean , what begin like an dream

hotter then hell , turn out to disappear in flames

but it doesnt mean i always will be you babe

you know i be , together we made fairytales

happy ends and how we become , friends

yeah i cant believe i made a character 

out of my carrier  and dont worry if you work 

i do it to mosty about write , you ( wink ) 

yeah you really get me - eh , re-think 

my whole concept but i think you like perfect 

yeah you lit my momanger , manager - like that Kris 

and that is all i could truly , wish because you fucking perfect