i hate your poetry and you hate when i sing
some say we make a good team
at the end of the day you could do what you want to
i'll never question a thing
and i get so nervous legs start shaking
but im pretty sure you know…
the memories in fact can not save me, why ts boutta make me …
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i cry to this
still listening to this <3 such a classic
<3