“You’re Insecure…”
Expectations:
“I know I’m not perfect, sorry.”
Reality:
“Don’t know what for, you’re turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or. That’s my jam bitch, how’d you know?”
Expectations:
“I know I’m not perfect, sorry.”
Reality:
“Don’t know what for, you’re turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or. That’s my jam bitch, how’d you know?”