Middle of Summa

Wait, before you leave
Promise me one thing
This melody I sing
Is just for you, only

Something so sacred
No time was wasted
Spent more days waiting
Fo you babe

No cutting cornfields
Took time to heal
Took time to deal
With the problems in my home

I know, you as good as they come
N You look good, when you cum
We just lost that love
Can we find that that love
Can we

Can we grasp that love (Like)
Hold that Love (Tight)
Text my phone babe
Blow up my line like

Beautiful body type
A C309
You stay on my mind
Good bye

I ignored the warning shots
Every thought that I fought
Came right back around like a Mop
Like hey you missed a spot

But I knew it was there
Was completely aware
With all the bruises
I chose to dealt with

With all the lies and the bull shit
Broken eyes that were wept Quick
By my sleeve that had witnessed
Massacres by da endless

So I chose you
Perfectly good waste of waste
Don't know if it's my taste
But... man roll da tape

Time was relative
Shouldn't have questioned it ,my Baby
Only riveting
When you start to overthink Baby

Why ain't chu here
It's always sum crazy
Just Like my hair
I will neva neva need nobody

You showed me, you taught me
Was hoping, ta touch heart beats
But
Cha told me, you warned me
It's haunting, it's frightening

I feel like we've been here before
Get the mop cause it's blood on The floor
If they ask we know nothing no More
Even if we put some heads in the Floors

Too late now it's smudge on da Glass
Loved you, then you showed me Your ass
Fucked dat! Then I get to the bag
Why you mad! Alas Alas

Times were promising
You Kept this hopeless heart Filled
Perfect ruining
I could have experienced

In the middle of summer
Can't wait til it simmer Down
I told him, then showed him
A moment, he won't forget
But
I saw him, as he saw me
Promise I ain't forget

That I feel like we've been here Before
Get the mop cause it's blood on The floor
If they ask we know nothing no More
Even if we put some heads in the Floors

Too late now it's smudge on da Glass
Loved you, then you showed me Your ass
Fucked dat! Then I get to the bag
Why you mad ALAS ALAS

Feel like we've been here before
Get the mop cause it's blood on The floor
If they ask we know nothing no More
Even if we put some heads in the Floors

Too late now it's smudge on da Glass
Loved you, then you showed me Your ass
Fucked dat! Then I get to the bag
Why you mad ALAS

OCT. 31st
Morgan Boulevard