…flesh and a beer
…he says he loves me-
can’t live without me kinda’ love-
silly silly mind of a boy-
mere flesh and a beer camouflaged thoughts-
where two breasts and a newport satisfies his soul-
so there is no depth to his ocean of insight-
no mental waves to even stumble me-
straight face minus the intrigue-
he stuck on flesh-
im tryna soul fuc’-
underdeveloped manboy-
mere flesh and a beer camouflaged thoughts-
where baby oiled thighs and a brisk tea completes him-
well i love the sun nigga-
but it aint mines to claim-
and i sho as hell can’t touch it-
same shit applies-
fuc’ outta here. 💯
kb.