you see my trauma
But you don't help
my pain you increase
my drama
with your own games
running out the main frame
To put it on me but that
drama is all you
And it changes up because
you be crazy
But that's beside the point.
You should be
a kite in the wind flying
out that bottle with your drunk
friends and there lady's of the evening
oh yes this not y'alls season
To be gossiping about
smoke you don't see for
some crazy garage lady
disappearing in there to there
And then back like
we don't know
she been creep all around them people s
Or that weird lady driving
a car who's young boy toy
is a bothersome dude
who is not in his right mind
And will do anything
for that lady to shine
So no one will know
And they don't even
keep it on the low
they flow and flow
then everyone gets a taste
Of crazy smoking in there
face.
But behind that look
on both faces is messed up
with drama. for days to keep you
reading like the hottest best book
online.
Yeah they just can't put it down
But neither can the people
with them cigarette s
And hate
they think they the best weight
oh no this is not
how they should act
about me and my guess
when they trying to run game
And give me pain for there
blame. So I blend fresh fruit s
To there drama
And drink to the game
Which they got us all under.
© marwrote