STORMY MONDAY
I just want to talk about the things you like to boast
I’ll make picket signs and collaborate what you hate the most.
I will be a bad situation, I will slide away like water on leather.
I looked around the nation, but you couldn’t have had my child,
unless your name was unreconciled heather, waves washed away
stars and two people involved in pleasure. Get out you sugar sticks
and the science to measure. you’ll never be an angel till you pluck your own feather. WE ALL DRAW MAPS SUPPOSED TO LEAD TO THE TREASURE.
we get tied up to the forecast, umbrellas or naked to the weather.
love don’t mean a thing unless you got the time.
you smile when they say they like tasting the wine,
you’ll get away with lack of evidence, but your still committing a crime.
paste stickers as the matrimony candle flickers,
her motive operand us is being a bitch, she’s fastened on the trigger.
she leave you naked and thirsty in the desert, alone with sex to figure.
don’t even talk about it till you lost it, once wild and free.
the rest of it burns you with a whip, why does love promise then makes me it’s nigger.
playing hopscotch, jumping jacks, and double Dutch,
the heart on my sleeve means your part of me,
ohh stab out my eyes, didn’t mean to say this much.
love resembles the pattern of a hurricane,
better kiss your ass goodbye and drown in the blame.
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