Kleenex

and a held close hug tight with you maybe and a loss light dim in a matchless made again and whatever i thought of myself shut down and a reach for whatever world sweet felt

get out while you still can get out while you still can, still can

going hard in the backseat rollin' with my best friend we pulled a quickie last week coming from the westin i've not had a tough time in a little, knock wood do you think that i will be fine? maybe, maybe

last week i was getting scared, thought i was gonna get me coming, coming outta left field, i told you but you wouldn't see guess i shouldn't worry bout it, let me just feel this i'm good never better boy, fuck i need a kleenex