Big Country

by NiCole

liquor poured slow 
blunt rolled tight
love like hot oils dripping down on me
good like it used to be
tender moments of real reality
time passing too quickly
muscles ache when you look at me
wanting for you to kiss me 
and ween me out of this state of impurity
gotto have the queen
to rule the castle
and most of your life
they must of forgot
who I am 
and who i am to be
living without is not my destiny
wanting and waiting is not for me 
patience shoud not be one of my quilities
liquor poured slow 
blount rolled tight
loving it when i rain on you 
shower you with my queeness and all my greatness
thighs of rolling hills
like the county side I come from
legs like oak trees
tall standing by the house
plenty of woman to graze
they must of forgot 
who i am  
and who i am to be
wouldn't you like your liquor poured slow
and your blunts rolled tight

Big Country by NiCole

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