Love Ballad

Ancient painters, ancient pain
His life fallen and he's scratched on pavement
Give you the last of my bag of my flask
Like pay with this
Pull my dick out like play with this
Taste smoke on your lips, they black like Jadakiss, I make you laugh like Chris
Remember 6th grade they found out I was who Jada kissed
It's like we played amiss, like we threw it
Parties, never got to it
Parents made sure, like bitches my plans, they screwed it
Tried Jesus, Allah, and Buddha to try and get rebooted
But this inner rooted
I'm scared walking in public, but they ain't killed Zimmer-
-Man, nevermind, I'm coolin'