Night - minimalism

for the times you

keep on rain in my

parade and all the clubs

you keep on using my name

and you just broke oh goodness

sake and i didn’t wanna write a

song because i didn’t wanna

everyone buddy i still care you know

what you still hit my phone what

my mama fuck hates you and only likes me i been si coucah in my job did on mams

love me you…