You may know me, but you don’t know my story. Talk to me for real, then you’ll see. No one else, just you and me. That’s when I’ll take the time to listen. As of now I’m still sippin’ on the gin. Thinkin’ of you and all the memories. Saw the old notebook, sweet as Yogeeze. Too young to understand, statutory. You have no idea how I miss my first, yet I’m sorry. I can’t deal with the constant fighting and knowing that you love it. Makin’ the douchebag upset, no swag up, not even a little bit. Can’t even rap straight. Don’t hate.