Текст песни 180 - Black Damien

The loss that stole my soul
In the kitchen unwashed dish and bowl
On television I watched super bowl
Driven insane your affect takes toll
The foods that weren't whole
The wheel of life Janet couldn't control
Laundry piles and left to fold
Water drops, time stops
Frozen Ice, sad songs played twice
Tears drop, lowered head top
Ciroq vice, shaken like dice
Moon drops, sunshine stops
Baby sat chicken and rice, memories concise
Your memoirs, your bras
Your scent, your fashion sense
The mental scars, the deluge fell
As I sat in the car
The fateful Friday night
You died in my arms from a shooter
At the light

Hours upon hours of conversation
From Olamide to life in African nations
Passport to live in the continent
Lease up paid rent
Tickets to Nairobi on Kayak
Dreams of your curves and
Skin chocolate and black
Pilau eaten
Beaten with thoughts of you now
Simple life, slow, poverty stricken
But must see you somehow
1 mall in your city
1 video call and your bra falls off your titties
College knowledge
Financial allocations expert
Family wonder who you talking to for hours
Substantial exhilaration
Mental stimulation in spurts
Post February 14 Friday
1 year anniversary of my love I lost this day

Anniversary life is a curse for me
Reverse for me 180 degree
Now she got me on one knee
The changes, the strangest
Long range, to vows from strangers