She told me the things I write her fucks her up mentally,
When she's done reading I ask her how she feel but there's no answer,
she bites her lip and tell me no.
I know the words she read got her physically fucked up more than it do mentally.
I can say i mentally got but who i'm with it's physically not her,
At times i wish i can be with you but in the back of my head i really wanna fuck you just good enough so you lose you balance when you stand but hopefully after that you can call me yo man.
I think it's a big deal on how i feel,
Hold on.
I eat my meal,
When I eat my meal I was hard like a fist,
she was wet like splash,
And she was sweet like a kiss.
I told her I was done with dinner and I had it on my face like a big mess
I wanted dessert but be she said no,
Now i'm sad,
G you just made me mad.
