text:  I find myself reading old text messages when I'm bored. We find ourselves sex until that connection is restored. I know that sounds immature, but if we never grow up, then I'm wishing good luck on the seats that's inside this pool. Come to me. Come, come to me. Look at what you've done to me. You put a gun to me, then you brought the sun to me. Shine like blood diamonds, learning to have patience, only because you are timeless. The universe energy doesn't lie, and this chemistry is infinity. I wrote a million rhymes describing your star power, and at the 24 bars, you get 24 hours.