rickyboy

I guess they think I'm growing up,
Becoming more matured and manning up,
My text content is changing drascticly
And my feelings are revealing more openly,
This is the way I open my door
I fill my text with emotions
Close to hoes filling toilet papers in bras,
I don't keep any emotion, hidden
They will all be revealed,
When you unlock the lock to my door
And when you think you finally guess the password
You will know how I really feel, everything real close to my passport.