Fools gold for the foolish

by RebelGalore

January 20, 2015

I'm sorry war was that?

Rewind this time back...

Before you murmured the words

That come with the birds along with the bees..

With rotting fruit and still spoiling seeds...

She gave me hear all I took it and ran

I clinched my fist hard while hear hearts in her hand

I'm play the role

I'm playing the man that she thinking she love

Jus because I love her

I think that I do

Would say I kno that I do but I doubt that it's true

Initially petty infatuation was in my mental state

Now we gotta eat my words like devastation on her dinner plate

But now I gotta love you cuz I feel like I should

And I feel like I'm pose to

Cuz I made yu to a women but don't feel like ikno you...

Maybe I'm fragile

Maybe it's you

Maybe we should talk in the night cuz the sun it to bright to see the truth...

So see you at a later date

Wen I love you

And if that day comes it a day with fate...

Because who

NeedS a you I wanted you back on a Saturday night like a small 22

But wer is the dude who ain't seen da rules

Never make a good girl go bad

That a make and good dude bad too...

She a pitbull inna dog eat dog world

And my brothers lookin like dog food

So he string ha along while we playing ha song that music to ha ears

Girl I love you and I need you

And I want you and you want me too

so let's go do that thing we do

inna back of da room wen its just me and you...

See I love you wen ta looking fa ta pants

Yu got the cutest little smile til Yu get em in ta hand

But Yu put on da shirt girl Yu kinda look like a man

Soo hit me up girl wen ya lost ya pants and wen Yu lose ya shirt

Face inna Mac bag trying ta find ya worth

Cuz she feel fa the dude that play basketball football and baseball to

It's like stand up girl but the jokes on you

But he love you he loves you really he do

He showed me lose ya pants so he could show you to...

-RebelGalore

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