78th Golden Globe Awards | Feb. 28, 2021
transcending; I bid you a fond goodbye. thank you and take care.
I got panties on the floor
Whose are these? I’m not sure
Scrolling through my phone for more
Nights of liquor and love galore
This is fun, I’m never bored
She had a good time, reassured
Scrolling through my phone for more
Nights of drugs and love galore
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Sex has always been a fun thing for me
So curious, I’m curious, let’s go exploring
I love the memories, snapchat recording
Gimme that O, you know that’s rewarding
I got panties on the floor…
Victoria couldn’t keep this secret, I’m sure
Irresistible, get addicted, chase the lure
Too many toys for this night to be a bore
I got panties on the floor and my boxers right there
This is wholesome hoe behavior, I’m not a player
Calling me asking for her underwear
And me acting like I’m unaware
Tell me the truth, would you dare
To see what I could do a second time?
I know last night is still on your mind
Mixing 99, wine, and shots of fireball…good times
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Sex has always been a fun thing for me
She’s such an artist, go ahead and sing for me
I’m not an angel, you can take my wings from me
I’m a hoe and a friend and whatever else you think of me
I got panties on the floor…
She pushing back on me, I guess she wants a little more
Or maybe she feels what’s knocking at her door
Either way, despite the hangover, I’m down for
Other session, we can do it without question
And yeah some my best friends
Two of them I’m teaching tekken
Now back to the setting…
She looks at me with her eyes low
Slight giggles, I know
Hand on her spinal, “come close”
Breathtaking, “give me your throat”
She know I love them waves, showboat
Too good, too good, get off before I bust, no no
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I’m always known for the handcuffs…keeping you restricted is a standard
They love my candor, Chicago slander, commander, revolutionary black panther, philander
Type of person
I want Eve to take this serpent
Oh look at you squirming
Oh look at you blushing
Oh look at you turning
So many shades of red…
I got panties on the floor…
And a head so sore
From laughing and passing bowls
Anime and plastic bowls
Filled with pasta, fill the soul
Homies blasting old shit from back then
Alternative and still embracing our black skin
Adapting to the poverty and making every moment worth it
College students, we get into it, we’re never perfect
And that’s for certain