melt in my mouth
I love you but then i think to myself and think not/caught up rap in emotion/in stead of staying on my grind posted/leave em with nothing and make up rumors thinking your roasting/turm on a pole with charcoal till the nights cold and the day is considered old while making smores with marshmallows
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