Michael The Hat Guy

fire.

i'm sitting and spitting fire

its burning and hurting, shot by a gun for hire. 

i'm being stood up more than a ladder. 

switching girls like i'm the mad hatter. 

but fo' real there is only one I want. 

writes like she had downs and dosen't ever have a light.

The bitch got me sweating, my hands are slipping. 

she might be a wash board but her smile blinding.

 but she won't let me fuck.