The bitter truth is
Trapping ain't dead
You're my down bitch
Just send my son
Even though money is all I need
Don't cry no tears
I wrote this love letter on the late night
To know how you feel
We've been breaking and bending because
I have no trust
But what you do to me in the memories
It gives me purpose
What are you doing though?
You're my go-to
Keep me company at least for one night
But don't act too conceited because
All I need is this 38
Đang Cập Nhật