I want you to myself no one else fuck them other girls you “flirt with” they should mean shit.
Let Me Think, I Guess It’s My Turn,
Maybe It’s Time To Put This Pussy On Ya Sideburns,
He Say I’m Bad, He Problly Right
We hang out, get into some type of “argument” because we always end up talking about our relationship. We don’t talk for days, weeks, etc. and then one of us ALWAYS ends up giving up saying that we miss each other and need to see each other and then REPEAT.
story of my life