Least you can do is introduce me to the new you or the old clone or whatever she's called
But you expected me to know who she was all along, they used to banish ppl from towns for things smaller then what you're on
One day I will tell the masses the story of how I manifested this whole thing while working on myself and a million other things I left nothing I cared about behind
Not a person
Not a concept
Not a cent
No lie
When I closed my eyes and pictured myself on my way I would see all of us going And so we went...
And went And went
Till the standards were all broken and the rules were fully bent
The 100's smell like maple syrup so my closet has a scent
And the Rolexes are to remind myself l've done this time and time again
why would I want somebody who be @
the places I be? I know what tf goes on at these things, my cup of tea probably in the house making herself a cup of tea and god knows that dating profile life ain't for me, like what would my bumble bio even be? why would I spit game for free?