yours.

sorry 😞

star dick

st regis san francisco. they told me i have to campaign to become a SF Mayor.

this is not you.

this is not me.

told me you are so happy whispering to me.

YES.

i am not her.

died this day in your rick owens shirt because i was promised you were coming to get me.

made me lust over guns for you and sing for you. told me you want this inside me.

backless without you.

star poussseee

traveling to see you because you are done with Blocks 16th bday.

waaaw

On fire For you. This is my second attempt to write this baby I’ve been thinking in my sleep, and I got this I’m one to sit and analyze me with me I’m one to sit and analyze do me love me Then realize me love he and me love he, so which one is me? Like clockwork, I sleep, eat, worship, and sin Take your judgment and throw it in the bin If you were a board, then that’s what I’d pin I come from trials and tribulations You come from love and humiliations So if me and you had a baby, it would be patience For you, for you, for you, and you? Here, wet your tongue with a sip of water You don’t know why now but you’ll know after I confess, my love for you is a disaster Can we chill on it now and press on it later? So I can chill with you now and you can press on me later You’ve been on my mind so let me put my pen to paper I make things up in my mind about you so I can make up my mind about you And if it’s not me who stops me, then tell me who? I am an active ingredient and the finished product So I don’t waste my time reading your code of conduct I didn’t sign up for you, you just came in my starter package And I carry light, I don’t come with baggage If you have thin skin, then I will thicken it cause I am a savage Savage? Yes, savage. How savage? So savage. I’m either an A or a D, cause I don’t like average And I am known to love meat, but it’s not me you want to have beef with You reap what you sow, but in your world that is a myth Now come forward and give me a kiss I’ve made you a target and I don’t want to miss Baby, come put your John Hancock on my paper I’ll be your tasting menu if you will be my taster Bottoms up in your mouth, baby you don’t need no chaser Me, I’ve got that taste that you’ll want to savor I’ll take you to the moon baby, let me be your shooting star Just thrust me baby and I promise you we’ll go far And I am not easy baby cause I really like to make it hard Uh yes, it’s hard, I can feel it’s hard, and I want to make it harder Don’t tell me you are ready to finish, cause this is just the starter I know your dick game is genius, I’m just here to show you how this pussy is smarter And it’s me who’s gonna run this town tonight baby, it’s not Shawn Carter It’s never business with me, so you don’t have to barter It’s a war baby, and I’ve chosen you to be my martyr.

tipseeeee

i’m so in love with you.

eaaassseee

gardner