Dancing With Karma

I wrote this shit for you in the afternoon

A flower bloomed, thought of you and scripted a paragraph

Watched an hour pass, gas smoking for hours, ash

This ain't nothing like you used to, your ex nigga ass

He ain't give a damn, lay your back down, stroking on the sofa

In the cab drive, slow pressing while I'm drilling you fast

Take your soul, put you six feet over, leg over my shoulder

Come closer while you running, this dick ain't getting any smaller

This flow awkward, driving off beat, stick and shifting in somebody daughter

This, Robbie Lawler verse Roy McDonald on 189