Maine My

Maine my
Buffies has skirts
Maine
The first
Too put suicide chains on sneakers
Maine
Im going back too a beeper
Move
Im not playing
Expensive broad
Jumping rope
Pharmaceutical my complex
Im old an stiff
She young an flexible
I need a new reason
Too reisinger my custom seats
Tire thumper
Is what she sang 
Somebody please
Thunk some funk
Up on this thang
Excuse me
She a
Big thick redbone
From the city
Let that
Lead off
A
The sun is out
keep yes it towel
Couch sleeping
Lets ride
Swallow cane
Through ground
Its comeback
Koenz goat passive smoke
Thick white cinnamon 
Hot out the pot
Touch my moon
With both of your hands
Your spell
Strikes in mentality 
Switch for the lites
Attached too my diamonds
The floor moves along with the wood
Stitches 
So many directions
More meat no damage
It takes
It be summer
Thats heat slick
Family portraiture 
Two cups of oil
For your arranged 
I know 
lady they love your city rain
If you never did it
You tell the mirror
As if you are mocking people
Gold city
Escaper follow the serpent
You will only find my bandanna