i am afraid i didn't get that memo.
hmmmmm?
and i pressed my keys together to make the word
a question.
who's that boi and who's boi has she
got
your boy is not like my boi
at least she hopes
not
so finally you read me
or you think that you do
and you go on to be the well-wisher
that your momma was too
hey this is why i do it
that's my thought after my first
the first a thought you do not hear
and never know but i do
for a moment
ok it's back
i know again
but i don't tell
you
