That you didn’t turn out to be

The nigga they expressed to me

But i know this sensation in my chest

I officially lay to rest

I can no longer express

What I have left

Because you continue to test

When we need rest

To decompress

From the stress

We continued to press

Upon each other

I fucking confess

I wanna contest

How this smile I cannot put to rest

At the mention of your name,

when you use to be a pest

But now that time has evolved

You seem to be the best

The cream of the crop

My little cherry on top

Touched down in my city

Into his arms, I dropped

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