All the Way
At sixteen,
He was your wet dream
Scream, I mean,
On one day this, and on one day that
But I know this fact
There’s no going back.
So love him, no you hate him
Show you what?
That I can escape them, negate them
And let me get this straight
You wanna doubt me now
We’ll take it up with fate
So breezy, I make this shit look easy
You’re running far behind.
There’s no way this bit is cheesy
Look refined, so fresh and so clean
I’ll keep this beat alive
Break up the routine.
In this edition,
I won’t forget to mention.
Touch me once, fuck me twice
Eat shit, I had to pay
Your price.
This poem is about:
Me
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