The night light shined like nights before. A shift of a wrist into a closed door. Let there be obsession. It is what it is. Let there be no regard.
s makin a buzz The snakes who hate went outside waitin wit thugs To beat you down untill ya shit got traces of blood Yall are new jacks to rap soundin
's makin a buzz The snakes who hate went outside waitin wit thugs To beat you down untill ya shit got traces of blood Yall are new jacks to rap soundin
