Little bump and rhyme
The smoke is light blue
And her eyes are too.
Considered a foo
I pass the spliff to the boo.
Conversations speak truth
With lipstick on my tooth.
Tell mama come through
And she like how I do.
Soft pink lights make her dreams come true.
Breathin heavy always feel better when I look up at you.
Kisses mark my neck ice blue
Reachin for the blankets like it’s past curfew.
Those other girls made you jealous, I knew
But I’m a pilot you can’t take away my birds eye view.