I wrote this for someone I was thinking about today. Its a little different from some of the pieces I usually write. So tell me what you think in the comments.
You been on my mind all day
I can’t even think straight
Thanksgiving on the way
I just hope you end up on my plate
I think this new weight got me feeling a way
Cause I’m trying shoot my shot like Kobe
All swishes no misses
I just want you to be my mrs
I might be capping or welling
But there’s no telling
Until you hit me back
So I can hit it from the, nah run it back
See I like to keep my pieces like my county
PG
That might have been weak
But not as weak as I make your knees
When I get deep
In that forbidden fruit
I think you got me turning into a fruitarian
Or maybe I’m playing
Playing a game in hopes I win my trophy
You
