I'll admit

I love women with awkward smiles
and shyness that shines at it's brightest when they stupid in love
I love them times when the vibe is a minus
and the kindness of a stranger rearranges the day,
shake my head at the fact I’m frustrated by the attitude change
that occurs at that moment then begrudgingly laugh/
shit I must admit, I’m in love with my past
and all the worst things about it that I wish I could change/
I love the sex, so good that she cries, pumps up my pride
cus I ain't scared to admit that my ego is big
love the feel of a swisher when I crack it with my fingers
beat tapes that linger till I’m scared they'll never end/
I love freestylin with friends, on the porch or in the car
and the feeling of being a star, we our own biggest fans/
I love that you don't understand, but still feel me
that's really all I ever wanted...and why I flaunt it...

Ayo come follow me
openly sin with no apologies
tell you how I owe you my life
and why it bothers me
to even hear you mention my name
keep on ignoring me
this story always turns out the same
without a change
apparently
just six degrees that's keepin us part
and I would like to maintain that distance it would lessen the pain
you must keep it if you give it a name
so no words
thus I insist you observe all the warning signs written
cus every woman that's been smitten with me, hates my fuckin guts
and the way that luck goes, you'll be another on the list
no wrists have been cut yet, but I’m a sensitive subject
use some discretion when you mention my name