I’m a’ write about you, and, all the wonderful things you do.

Then I tell you, I love you.

Though I know it breaks apart, my roll’ll see you through, in times you know you mean the most, to me sometimes, too.

Though it might break the heart my article won’t fall apart.

What we have in us.

I’m strong for the people like a B, the thing’s i’ I do.

Times is good between us.

It’s they got a bog.

You be at the mall.

I be in the peat.

Dark fogs.

Bears movin’ logs.

Outside isn’t beautiful like you.

I want to show you off to the things I see.

Shining.

You in the palm’s beach.

Rodger i’ tryin’ to steal you, from me.

You like it girl ’cause when I see you I gets to smack it hard.

Rodger’s bog’s quiet.

Girl’s want a log.

Rodger’s got them sirens.

A boe, I see you on the stage.

You drip like a mirage.

You know i’ plays my song.

My girl might my O, B.

Boe F Crips might hit my bong.

My girl might R, I, P.

Boe B might B, L, O, O, D.

A white B i’ gon’ G, A, N, G.

Bears M, O, B in bog peat, deep.

Meet at my bog i’ she not scare’d.

We lure into my lair.

Into yo’ eye’s I stare.

In the clouds clear.

The air very fare.

I know I i’ seen you.

And I tell you, I’m dreamin’.

You know I got a special hold when I wrap these rocks around yo’ throat.

I chase you with a fast car.

Catch you in deep bogs like a butterfly in the stalks.

I growl like a piano.

More shots than The Sopranos.

I like your ensemble.

Liandra…