We gon' stick 'em up and rob the boy, finesse him out his shoes
We were known for toting sticks, no lil twenty-twos
Leave a stain on your wifebeater, same color suwoop
GlokkNine I'm a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' menace, you can call me Dennis
Free Lil Mookey, that my brother man, I'm fresh off a sentence
He get caught, that boy gon' ♥♥♥♥♥♥' sing, like a lullaby
What they rappin', that ♥♥♥♥ nonfiction, vow to tell no lies
I won't ever testify, that ♥♥♥♥ ain't a hundred
Out here like you in the streets but lowkey runnin' from me
I'm coming out your ♥♥♥♥♥ throat, yeah just like some vomit
And after I make her clean it up I told the ♥♥♥♥♥ who's comin'
Ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah

We gon' stick 'em up and rob the boy, finesse him out his shoes
We were known for toting sticks, no lil twenty-twos
Leave a stain on your wifebeater, same color suwoop
GlokkNine I'm a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' menace, you can call me Dennis
Free Lil Mookey, that my brother man, I'm fresh off a sentence
He get caught, that boy gon' ♥♥♥♥♥♥' sing, like a lullaby
What they rappin', that ♥♥♥♥ nonfiction, vow to tell no lies
I won't ever testify, that ♥♥♥♥ ain't a hundred
Out here like you in the streets but lowkey runnin' from me
I'm coming out your ♥♥♥♥♥ throat, yeah just like some vomit
And after I make her clean it up I told the ♥♥♥♥♥ who's comin'
Ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah

We gon' stick 'em up and rob the boy, finesse him out his shoes
We were known for toting sticks, no lil twenty-twos
Leave a stain on your wifebeater, same color suwoop
GlokkNine I'm a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' menace, you can call me Dennis
Free Lil Mookey, that my brother man, I'm fresh off a sentence
He get caught, that boy gon' ♥♥♥♥♥♥' sing, like a lullaby
What they rappin', that ♥♥♥♥ nonfiction, vow to tell no lies
I won't ever testify, that ♥♥♥♥ ain't a hundred
Out here like you in the streets but lowkey runnin' from me
I'm coming out your ♥♥♥♥♥ throat, yeah just like some vomit
And after I make her clean it up I told the ♥♥♥♥♥ who's comin'
Ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah

We gon' stick 'em up and rob the boy, finesse him out his shoes
We were known for toting sticks, no lil twenty-twos
Leave a stain on your wifebeater, same color suwoop
GlokkNine I'm a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' menace, you can call me Dennis
Free Lil Mookey, that my brother man, I'm fresh off a sentence
He get caught, that boy gon' ♥♥♥♥♥♥' sing, like a lullaby
What they rappin', that ♥♥♥♥ nonfiction, vow to tell no lies
I won't ever testify, that ♥♥♥♥ ain't a hundred
Out here like you in the streets but lowkey runnin' from me
I'm coming out your ♥♥♥♥♥ throat, yeah just like some vomit
And after I make her clean it up I told the ♥♥♥♥♥ who's comin'
Ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah

2019 was the year that I lost myself in an avalanche of intimacy. I didn’t know a heart was capable of expanding so much, of displacing ribs and lungs as it inflated, of taking up so much space that my breath caught in my throat and my chest ached with joys previously unknown. The feeling of falling in love is such a terrifyingly beautiful experience because it is quite literally “falling” — your heart is radiating with so much warmth that you feel astral, a celestial body hurtling, falling through space as it is bursting with joy. It is a feeling of losing control, of giving yourself wholly to another, of cracking open at the core like Dora Maar in a cubist painting to reveal all of your inner secrets and insecurities. You relish in your power, bask in your vulnerability, cherish being a muse fueling someone else’s desire.

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