(written recording of a freestyle I did for my wife with my buddy star)
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On the way down the remembrance of the words spoke invoke promises while the breakdown would make her choke and vomit but the tightness of the hold that i laid on it was enough to keep those phone calls from the empty halls a life raft for that sad little doll...
I've had the pleasure of callin ya
readin txts for days piling up and hitin me in romantic ways
I've had the pleasure never before
so don't take offense to my love mi amor
little baby bear, she thinks it's too much to care but the despair weighs heavy in the air. So don't say a word, just lay back and know he's absurd. Smash the glass with the voicemail messages from the past and i'll be peepin from afar sending signals through the waitress straight cross the bar. wink to ya and tell ya I'll call ya, so in the mean time show em how tall you are.
