Text 27 Cinnamon buns
ISIS… she is my personal love terrorist not only is she fly she is the
bomb, activating hidden cell that birth happiness kill loneliness I have to
wife this. Heavens Cia agent classic one to the head 2 to heart, making me a
ghost writer then a ghost rider, floating on ghost ship listening to soul train
looking the gold band a ticket on love trip, Ubantu is the destination so we so
connect, A King and Queen so there so much respect, Funny she got Angel wings
but I feel the butter fly affect , she on my mind so its deep intellect, She
gets me I get her so we 4 seasons, right or wrong we walk it out si am not
leaving , cinnamon on her buns so I am cookie eating, Lay your hands on my
chest tell you don’t hear “love you when feel a beating…
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