Backwoods and a Beat

But God. And Good weed.

Photo by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash

I can’t sleep

R u still mad at me about the Lion king

Or about the leaving u thing

Or about the grass u thought was greener

Thing

It’s ok.

I forgave u a long time ago

For the weeklong interrogation

U put me thru

Accusing me of burning u

Just to draw it out of me

That I was cheating

On u

When u knew

Whole time

I would never

Bc I loved u

It’s okay.

I forgave u

R u still down

come get me in ur lame car and roll

a backwoods and a beat

Help me calm down

a little bit

I have shorter nails

To keep the peace with my man

He said it was ghetto shit

Even tho I still roll up to the wild 100s

To collect him from little house parties and shit