Summer 18

I went through hell and back
I made a few songs about that (she like that)
I lost all my shit I had to back track
I was falling in love with a bitch
I had to stop that
Carrying all these feelings on me like a back pack
I gave her what I could, she ain't like that
She leaves and come right back and I like that
Uh, I mean I haven't performed a show
She screaming like she aiming for the high note
She gives me head and her throat
That's some spice would quote
This some of the realest shit a nigga ever wrote
I'm issuing all smoke
She FaceTime me because she like how softly I smoke.. And how I spoke
Ohh
Yea, She a bad bitch she like a actress
She on the mattress
Asking how much I'm packin
Nipples harder than a cactus
And she just lay there..
And she just lay there..
And she throw her legs in the ****ing air