yeet yeet, mommy it's a feat, mumma I'ma beat you, mumma let me meet you.
mommy,
two feet,
I could be inside you I could wear your cleats
I could stain your blouse or I could wear your sheets
I could be a street friend living on the streets it's true
how do you
hafta do
or do u
only know
what you knew
when it weren't
just the two
of
