Fuck it i’ll get up here and tell you what i think
I think people get too sensitive when I sing
While you drunk at the bar didn't notice what’s in your drink
So you turn around quick but that’s just your instinct
Now you knocked out on the floor before you even blink
I’ll strangle you to death, wake up and choke you again
Then i’ll break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your skin
Believe I never cared and still won't after I met you
Yeah I made some songs about us just to diss you
The fuck you thinking ‘bout having white dreads
I’d say go for it if you have a death wish n tryna see red
You ever seen me in the halls giving emotion
“Nah” all because you can’t feel my vibe since
I started making songs, i’m telling you how I feel lyrically
“Can I ride with you” no bitch i ride individually
Yea i’m as mean I look, i dare you to test it
Nah i’m actually cool but the chances I like you are lessenin’
- Author: Nicky Byrd ( Offline)
- Published: October 25th, 2021 06:53
- Comment from author about the poem: This might be the best one i've wrote so far
- Category: Unclassified
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