Maybe I’ll pretend I can’t see the see she pollution pouring out your mouth.
Baby, I can smell the shit around your lips.
Maybe, I’ll pretend I don’t know you. But baby, please read a book.
Maybe, it’s true you’re wealthy! Only, baby, I don’t entertain ignorance.
Maybe, I’ll slip into a black fitting ensemble, diamond choker and have breakfast at Tiffany’s?
Baby, I’m out of your league,
Mentally,
Spiritually
Realistically.
Best wishes with your future endeavours.
Unique
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