She’s got the most perfect eyes,
Tells the best lies.
She’s always at it,
Puzzling my mind like a jigsaw.
She’s the codeine,
Slows my system down.
She’s the ganja in my rizzla,
Puts me on another level of high.
The feelings of being insecure
Crosses my mind
Ev’rytime I think of her
I will go at whatever pace
To which she dictates.
She’s the succubus
That drains my energy
She sends chills
Down my spine.
I feel numb
Can’t feel
And can’t move
When she’s not there.
I am addicted to her
For she’s the answer
To all that life asks.
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