i'm not a sucka for you, i'm a sucka full fledged, corrupt from your pucker your slow kiss, overdoses my thumper your closeness is comfort your adios & ghost shit's a bummer your dopeness summons my hunger my approach begun in the summer & will continue until you are 100 even when i am confronted by the plight of meeting you in another life i can't imagine your absence nor you in a past tense you & that ass, in that dress, though i'm a mess cause you're so... what's better than dope