20/4/2018 0 Comments fwancyPoem How did you get so classy?
How did you get so rich? Got you acting all funny, Like the world is all glitz. You invite me to your parties. Champagne glass made of ice. Got me feeling funny, Thinking," damn, this that fwancy life." Then I feel it dripping down the stem, Like an ice cream cone in hell. Asking for paper towels or a bowls, Tempted to chew through this pretentious stem. Is this the same miss? Whose version of shots Was a direct bottle kiss, Like a baby on a tit. Is this the same miss, Who loved the simple things? Sweaty dance floors, over fried French fries and sleeping in. You invite me to your fancy parties. Strict dress code, Detailed to the hem. Touring three floors of your mansion And not one room lived in. I guess that’s that "slay" life, Asking for things you already have, Bragging on things we used say, don't matter. But it’s that fwancy life. We used to look at it over fences, I guess I should thank you For giving me a glimpse.
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