My dear lili,
I’m not the one u used to know.
Not even close to who I was before.
I’m not the one rapping,
doin this right under your knees.
I’d like to picture a new film
with u, baby, and compete with the Koreans, Chinese.
Curly hair in my album
with a scent of my tension.
What’s wrong with this perfect color,
I scared them with my mentions.
I spit out every bit of my failures and crap,
clean sheets on the pillow.
That’s why I don’t have any saliva in my mouth and seem stiffer.
My dear Lili, you’ve been smoking my dreams and drinking my sweat.
You were my muse and my songs are
the debt that I owe you.
A “good girl” has no masterpiece I’d be driven to.
lily
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