This is me… After he fucked me
Yeezy thoughts…
You know what? I figured out I’m not a nice guy
I shook hands, kissed babies, gave it a nice try
You know what? I hate pictures of other people’s kids
I hate plastic couches in other people’s cribs
I hate when other people’s cribs smell like shit
I hate when I leave and smell like the crypt
What’s the cause of the poor smell?
She said “I just cleaned up”
Baby I can’t tell
Why every ghetto bitch gotta smell like Love Spell?
Or that god damn cucumber Bath and Body Works
I can still smell the sweat the shit hardly works
What about Cool Water? That shit probably worse…
