Dear Mama, these aint a love letter, but you the reason im typing it up in my 5 by 3 bathroom, with the door locked and the only lights on. guess this is your house now
dont think i dont see past yuor currently love doves, and fake blow kisses. still verballing asssaulting me, saying you one poison away from poisoning my wellbeing and shit is getting really, no more games and can tell you aint going to call cops for shit, bitch stop playing, im one nerve ending away from blowing my mind to my loving-misery lobing type of frieds.
but your insecurunities as a failed mother, make me want to go find th3 right partner;\
i still remember when my father told me it was crazy wanting to go africa, just to have more than one daughter from diffrenet wives, and you niggas be reading fault falkner lines. as i ration out my pepsi coke linesss.
muthafauckers, no lie. why do you think i look for guidance and the ones who still taught, your mothers and fathers, my grand daddies and mother fawkners.
i see you babbie(s), and i only want you, + your usuals, call up your sorority street partners, fullfill my emptness thanks to my fathers.
i did it i did it, i faintly'ly proven top amongst all others. now i got the crown on my shoulders, with my fever horns still showing like i give a FAWK. baby im the fucking HAWK, and you just a pigeon, with sore eyes. and im your only remedy. please call me back, or fb it or keep onn tweeting it. you know you my sweetin, im constantly blowing your imaginative kisses, that do hit ya face, thats why you constantly winning it, giving ya my blessings. mUAH MUah,,, =P, i want to eat you alive, from head to toe, and keep you in my belly, and tickle your belly(all from your in-ning,) ggot me practicing my homerun, but i ain't drake tripping. im just a lonely lost king Mufasa, waiting for you forbearing my kigndom, simbas in my testdisnuts waiting to get ya.. lol.. im done(period).
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