Let me go... I want to go free. I'm tired of the animosity that stems from petty picks.. pick, pick, picking at unintentional flying darts. I didn't mean to aim for your heart, but you should've been truthful from the start instead of playing First Impressions: A game that will sooner or later end. See, I just dived into the relationship being genuine. So, whatever words FLOW--- emphasis please 'cause I don't slip... I mean what I say and say what I mean--- so, whatever words flow from my mouthpiece should instantly be forgiven for not giving me prior warning of your pet peeves. You startled me and caught me off guard when you replied to my unintentional darting phrases with, "Kiss my ***!" So, let this spoken word be my reply: How about I put my converse up yo ***, then maybe you'll converse with me at ease.. you tell me your pet peeves and I give you an apology, "cause honestlydidn't know 'em" but naw, make it the last time using the devil's language on me 'cause next time I'll give you no warning. I'll just scold you into righteousness, giving you no other choice but to convert as I set fire to your jewels. Let that **** burn...3 inches ain't nothing to miss! No more calling females in the midnight hour to accompany their loneliness cause I speak for every woman when I say the tongue may stimulate, but the swipe is what makes you percolate. If I was to set my standards leaning towards sexual preferences yo 6'7 in height divided by two would have long ago been dismissed!