Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys
Couple of artists got words for me, that's never fun. They say it's on when they see me, that day don't ever come.
Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers?
F-ck you, p-ssy ass haters you should do you.
Crazy how you gotta wait until it's dark out to see who really with you.
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment