We got what you wanted,
I swear them fools make them known,
Please pour me a glass spill,
Have a rich, tasteful desire,
Do over do it,
Do you want tomorrow?
'Cause if you lie, better run away from here,
We got no feel, no soul,
Just drinking that soulless,
Thinking the worst of matters at play,
You think I'm crazy but so much you lack,
As I lay down with no one in place,
She keeps me reeled in, got a vice can't commit, Rather be home somewhere states away,
Got awesome blossoms, blossoms, blossoms,
Now the park look like pink flamingos,
Now she looking like retro fever,
In fact, I just became sober,
What the hell, who wrote this?
©retroletgo
R