Please Forgive the old me Me, I Know That he was Stingy and in the midst of love i fell blissfully face first in love Ik that our love It’s nothing short of trust and never lust
Not even hell could come between us
Cause Baby boy I'll go to war for you everyone in these streets know I’m Gang gang ‘Bout You
Ain’t Playing No Games when it comes to you ain't no other nigga but you (cause your all that I ever wanted)
I just wanna lay up with you share my dreams and reality wit you be the only one for you yea our late night been lit and yeah i should've been let you hit but first i had to know everything about you all of the good and even the Bad too and even after hearing the worst about you i still choose you cause cant nobody else love me like you and when I did finally let you hit and when I finally let you in not even the Strength of the streets could keep me away twin calling saying the opps on the way usually I'd be on my way but today imma lay with you cause I'm really feeling you
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Lover Boy
I ain't never been loved the way that you love me the things that you show me all that you do for me and when you first held me I knew then that your love would restore me and that's when you told me soul mates is what were meant to be And when I dream about you my heart smiles thru and thru every time you're out in these streets Don't you forget I'm the main one that calls and checks When you riding I'm rolling in the passenger seat when you calling I answer and when you slide thru I'm already ready for you Your love is amazing to me I thank God for how you gamed me and I remained the same me
By Joshua Norgaard5 years ago in Poets
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The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
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