Come to the crib lets chill girrrrl, Smoke a fat L i’ll show you the worrrrld, Shower you down in diamonda and pearrrls, so whatchu say boo i’m bein forreal.
This a little rhyme about the time when i first met the boy i call mine he was rockin nike shoes, chillen with his crew, lookin so fine didn’t know what to do he said ‘scuse me miss, but can i getchya name? i like the way you dress an i love your bodyframe, i met alotta girls, but you just ain’t the same, so back to the question, can i getchya name?
obviously not done, or good, lmao but i love itttt
& after all that we've been through, i know we're cool.
i am SO glad i have a bestfriend like you - so far we tried to date twice, didn’t talk for a while, fighht actually alot, but no matter what we’re still as close as we were. im glad to know atleast one of my friends are real. (:
“Did I want love? Did I need to know? Why does it always feel like I’m caught in an undertow? The moths beat themselves to death against the lights, adding their breeze to the summer nights. Outside, water like air was great. I didn’t know what I had that day. Walk a little farther to another plan, you said that you did, but you didn’t understand”—Modest Mouse