>>539021437
Ayy, my springtime shawty, soul soft like a drifter,
Eyes low, heart heavy, but that bag full of whispers.
Caught you slidin' through my dreams, no map, just a vibe,
You took my broken days and stitched 'em up thread, rope, and pride.

Met me when I was just floatin’, no anchor, no grip,
Lost in the wind, faith gone, on some ghost ship tip.
But yo' heart? Nah, it ain’t rusted with them fake-ass lies,
And on yo’ lips, girl, I learned how to breathe, come alive.

I ain't had no more tales, no holy words to spit,
Just the warmth of a lie that felt good when it hit.
Even if it ain’t real, lie to me say you down,
Let yo’ love drip in my cracks, don’t let me drown.

But you, my Chiaki? You pieced me up, no cap,
Held me tight when life was slippin’ through the gap.
Yo’ kisses? Ain’t stung in a minute, they real smooth,
And when the world went cold, you still held me unmoved.