Poem -

Slow Grad

Slow Grad

Too you
My first post
Our first Slow song
Yeah 
I seen it
The smile
Go ahead
An graduate
Yes You the baby
Catch my tongue
Gave me sugar throat
I know you happy
How you squeeze 
Her porch cake
Sit
I know
You are thinking 
Of another slice
Knock on the post
Before Knocking
Patty ice
Swoosh me too the bed
Hit me Wit that head
On how you need the 
Future bee
Stop hold it rite there
Here is our part
Know Sing with me 
Yes
Before you said
I will love you forever
Stop playing
I did die
A river formed in that eye
Cocky how put your hand above your crown
An score
All claps 
Man this is hard
You shall never depart 
It holds 26
32 extend
Shoot with me darling 
O YEAH
Moma wants us to play it again
Ok honey
Shoot em up darling
I got to say goodbye
Did I surprise you
Hit you in both of those eyes
Pow pow 
Bye sucker
Throw a switch
Pop know how to spray a caddy
Human burrito
Jeproday don't need you
Dirty daisy 
I knew I left the track
Smell that
That is a pissy razor
Bloody
Play Wit the gators
Watch the front page burn
A toe here
A heel there
That's how I paid for the diamonds in the steeringwheel 
A new purse for baby
Break that neak is the dance 
Prison deli
Youngsta are you ready
Get your hair fix
That ruby paid for
Place it at the knees
And make my 
Liver kidneys
Beg please
Crown my sit
When I dump Hit those cold-hearted lips
These hundreds 
Make yo mama 
Look good
The birds sing 
Nie she own the project
Big bowl
Tired of the library
Who that at the realm
Morge sugar
Lick Lil partner
Under the death lites
Expensive skin
Bat em looking pretty
Started early
Speak 136
Sinister Wit the hands
Do a curly moe
I threw it
I want that there tiddy milk
In this bottle
Smoke flowered boutique
Walk like you looking for
Daddy's oar
I traveled plenty
Water holes wit
That there backbone
Tasting l
Is a full time professional
Put that tube in a dumpster
A dead queen 
Gave me all of this
Pethis ran down the leg
Hunger left all over town
Fedora wind felt
The original
Big toe up
Pick a fiend
Pour burbon on my 8 series 
Lac
Platinum Dawgs
At the mailbox
I got to stop
She Squeezes neck
Fan that heater corn
Kisses under the lobe
A to z i did it
Made it
Nie laugh in the sheets

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