s/o to my mom--
I hope I look as beautiful as my mom one day.
I know I can be right with this.
Pickin' off,
Oughtta' be mindin' my ****,
Outta' my mind--
It's a lie.
You know that I'm nervous.
I'm going through curses,
Reading through your cursive.
The moment I knew it:
It could have been fluid,
You know that I blew it.
And now…
The best things I made-up.
I wanted to show it all / be it all.
No wonder why.
s/o to Jordan on the computer
"s/o to my mom, s/o to the fans, I love you, we love you, we are not SALES"