Stop braggin' just 'cause you are
The son of Satan
I don't care, it doesn't affect me
I like the way you are.
Jesus was God's child,
Versace is my father.
I'm covered in gold,
Rings on my fingers
Diamonds up in my teeth.
Wicked club,
Everybody is staring at us
They all look lost,
Corrupted by fame and money.
All these bitches tryna get high
Honey Mary sippin' shots
While her girls are linin' in the bathroom.
Pour me another drink,
I'm sick of the neon lights in this room,
I'ma start a fire just to get wild.
Pretty baby, your father got his eyes on you
He taught you to be a real bastard
But you can't be bad to me.
Your arms around my hips,
Take me to the floor
The night is young
Get the dope
No god can't hold me tonight.
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YOU: All the souls are humming
PoetryMy one & only work: "YOU: All the souls are humming" is a collection of poems about: unrequited loves, madness, rage, doubts, insecurities and ominous dreams. It'll take you into a journey through personal experiences and surreal scenarios. I am jus...
