Originally Posted by
Lenox
Skin touching summer breeze, I'm old school like putting headphones up the sleeve so ur teacher doesn't see. I'm something that doesn't seem, the illest writer u've ever seen in the fking scene, untouchable, supreme, first line; it was all a dream, writing process is something apart of me,
Take a mic and rip it apart, u see, I'm colder then creeks in the fall, and I'm getting old so I appreciate small, still helping out ppl who aren't decent at all, Parents fighting, speakers seep through the wall.
I'm not with playing females minds, I need a home so I can build with her, ain't no sunshine when she's gone like bill withers