Sick'Bout Miss You

I'm always feeling alone, call my homies always bro

I let all feelings alone, call the police when I go

I don't really wanna try ya, even to know how to fly ya

Got nervious I just wanna die ya, bring all the ropes I just fall

You're tasty I just wanna tease you, call me your fruit I'm delicious

you fill me with love when I kiss you, I got so sick I will miss you, ha

Fuck that, I'm always going con toda, I've never been a la moda

I got to talk with your motha'

My shit, never increase like your shit, always around like I'm bowling

I'm Mr. Perfect, yes I'm never falling