𝓒.

or however that song goes 

i could giggle and kick my feet but that’d be gay 

mini cy running around this mf 

WE GONNA HAVE A BABY 

never gonna pick up a comb again 

Why were you fighting with chains 

i miss the feelin of my knuckles split 

only skins though, none of that chains and blades shit

Snaps his teeth twice. 

Why’d I lowk start seizing 

… 

i hear everything and think of you, sen baby 

Do you hear Kevin Gates and think of me? 

fr 

Turns and twerks on him for half a second and hops away 

Right now— I need to find my pretty underwear. They havent seen the light of day for some time.

I’ll kiss it better — later 

Humps the air between them

Twirls in his hands 

Bats his lashes