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Too close for comfit


no stopping me now got a green light free pass only because he fucked chicks from my past But knew what would happen they didn last gotta give it to the guys he did ring me up and ask But it was already happening im not that daft Thought he was a mate even sold him a cheap car Now fucking one of his whos having the last laugh to set things straight he didn't do it one time met up and actually fuck two bitches of mine i find it a little entertaining bit funny at times hey im not complaining not fussed thats fine he can't turn around say that i crossed the line down that road now claimed one of his as mine obviously it was a joint effort getting on the shit... poverty on the dole couldn't pay for it... plainly in site at the shops she would knick evidently fiening doing anything for a hit... No clearly it filled the pipe n the lighter was lit perceptibly what people think is the opposite noticable one of the hardest things to admit Visibly it looks like she has been smoking abit apparently was gonna give the habit the kick patently waiting for the day to be that parent answer me this her shoe on your feet would they fit honestly u know it's wrong n you would flip At that time u were just as bad as each other he is the father n she is the babies mother Its the choice u made so why make one suffer always the rest of there life spent together because once you were each others lover people change and move on and find another So why not just get along with each other..
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