About a Girl

Nightingale
I ain’t one to kiss tell
King Leonidas
I kick you down that wishing well
I ain’t one to ring my bell, Or toot my own horn
But i’m hung like hell, I should’ve done porn
I should have done more
(Besides)
Chasing these whores
(Like)
Going on tour
(Right)
Pressing record
On these boards
Y’all niggas so basic
Lord of the underground
In your fucking basement
While im in my spaceship
Wasted
Hypnotic for henny
Naw nigga that’s a chaser
High off the ground
Fucking levitation
Went through a pound
Im the fucking speed racer
Mach 5 in the club
Blowing on that indica
Bad bitch let me cut
I really didn’t give fuck
Duces I chuck
Now I need another pick me up
Big booty slut
She got my eyes wide shut
No one told me about her
I remember her picture
From the Titty Twister
Guess I kinda miss her
I can be her mister
She can be my misses
Valentines cards and birthday wishes
Ain’t no love for the bitches
Silly and superstitious
Conniving and quite vicious
Leaving my heart in stiches
But its all chatter
Feelings really never mattered
When your soul is being shattered
But I will never have it
Just give me my orgasm
Before I get the spazzing
Yeah this shit is tragic
Bitches is super ratchet
You can get fucked
By a dick full of maggots
On a pissy mattress
Break ups make me play tough
When in reality
I don’t wanna wake up
Traded my soul for the models
In the makeup
Is anyone faker
I guess ill take her
Made my night bright as hell
Her names nightingale