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Not Sure If I'd Let Her
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June 2011 Lately i really feel like you split me open like a dutch,
used to be so gentle now your touch is way too fuckin much,
don't rush, roll me up and burn me to my bones,
watch out for the high, please smoke me at homes,
it feels like we pissed away our past, whats more,
you being single hardly lasts, new man you adore,
i must be lower than him, so i live up to that,
pissing and shitting where i eat, give as much as a cat,
cups of Brugal to go along with the gentlemans cyph,
staying high to fight the lows of my failing life,
i'm just saying, not Drake, we should be better,
my boy asked if i'd smash, thinking damn sure i'd let her,
fried brains so i refrain from thinking insane,
paint dripped past the frame bleeding out from the pain,
can't stay the same, we could do better,
i respond after thinking, "not sure if i'd let her".
