Now a days everybody want to talk. . But nothing comes out when they moving they lips. Just a bunch of jibberish. And muthafuckers act like Eminem ain't gay.
Now a days everybody want to talk. . But nothing comes out when they moving they lips. Just a bunch of jibberish. And muthafuckers act like Eminem ain't gay.
I held on to that last cigarette. Like it was some kind of life line. Rolled it back and forth between my fingers. Let it hang from my lips like a kiss that lingers.