April 2010
1 post
Sad Lonely Anger Bleed
Feeling like I just lost a roast I want that big bread at the end of week baby call it Texas Toast Couldn’t trust the girls that I loved the most Thought you was doing great bitch but you ain’t even close I’m willing to let you die a death that taste like candy Never mention yo name naw baby this ain’t Mandy Just like the world is tryna can me Shoulda pulled out, aborted...
