My Darling

Yeah, I'll listen my darling, my hearing is smudging

And these people watching me is kinda increasing my heartbeat

My intimate whining is defeating the tiny

Reason behind it, I'm getting slimmer by the minute

I guess we'll be missing Giovanni, as I picture this rhyming

No lie, I got sick of the money

So why do I still rap, I think there's a Stockholm syndrome inside it

'Cause all I got from kids was hits so I mic 'em

It's a different type of shit you then write off

When every single kind of insult describes ya

You grip on the graphite, this tool that binds ya

To flipping 'em off like it's in the middle of your index and Cartier