you can't keep
paging me
with these 911?s
it was fun
but now we all done
how it came to be
was plain to see
I must of be deranged
To make you the man of me
You're sayin to me
That you had to creep
You did the ish and ish
While I'm at home
Getting sleep
U out fuckin at 2 or more gigs
I really want to leave you
But I know this feeling deep
And just last week
We were at your house
Cookin out
I saw you speak to him
Sugar put ? to him
I never though that you would sleep wit him
See your friends
I can't speak to them
You two must have been seen wit them
How u gonnaf uck my friend
Got the nerve to tell me
I aint got beef with him
The beefs wit you
When its all done, we all threw
There's no more to talk about
It now 911
I know.
But i think im gnna get off here. & go to sleep to get my mind off this shit. Or try. soo if i dont talk to u tomorrrow. then talk to u on the 28th? i guess. Byee ryan.. <3
