Letter From New York 💕
I wrote this poem for you, so you should pay attention.
I was just staring at the ceiling and got in my feelings.
Reminiscing about us fighting, fucking, and chilling.
Right now, I'm riding through Dimmsdale, passing through the city.
I'm with my bros, but I miss you, girl, don't get it twisted.
And I cannot wait 'til I see you, hug you, and kiss you.
Remember when I had first met you, how I used to sweat you?
I used to call your phone and text you and tell you you're special.
Like girl, you're special, you the kinda girl that I need.
I actually made you mine, sometimes I can't believe.
Wonder what bull was thinking when he let you leave.
You try to leave, I might get down on my hands and knees
I'm still a G, please believe, but girl, you make me weak.
You make me feel something I never felt, the reason I never left.
A lot of hoes want your position, but they tripping.
You been with me since the beginning and that's the way I'ma end it.
But just in case, you feel you cannot stay, babe.
Friends, clothes, and hoes, I'd trade it all.
For a guaranteed spot in your heart.
TRIXIE DO YOU MISS ME WHEN IM BUSY ON THE ROAD?
TRIXIE DO YOU HEAR ME? MAGIC’S GONE IM ALONE.
And I'm thinking 'bout you, yeah, yeah.
I been thinking 'bout you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just in case, you feel you cannot stay, babe.
Friends, clothes, and hoes, I'd trade it all.
For a guaranteed spot in your heart.
TRIXIE DO YOU MISS ME WHEN IM BUSY ON THE ROAD?
TRIXIE DO YOU LOVE ME? WHEN MY MAGIC IS ALL GONE.
And I'm thinking 'bout you, yeah, yeah.
I been thinking 'bout you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.


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