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Something For the Massa's
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December 2011 Right now i'm too proud and hungover for love,
but i'll admit when i close my eyes it's you i'm thinking of,
you must be an angel, since the first day i knew you were above,
my present words are something for the Massa's i can talk of,
all my female friends keep hoping it's you i'll get rid of,
act all i want with them in the end it's you i write of,
when at home you dispose of me which is not uncharacteristic of,
you so i just think of something the Massa's get sick of,
wasn't it you who basically said go break their hearts?
secretly it's you that i refrain from taking apart,
the smile made it's return to my work of art,
thanks to yesterdays kiss on the cheek reaction i got a kick start,
and maybe i'm a little bit in over my head, call it a heart fart,
even though there's no stench you always randomly depart,
always learn so many thing the truth is so smart,
soon i'll just be something for the Massa's to tear apart.
