To nastya, I aint no pavel or Parcissus. Just Pasha. Thus, nickname pasha states love. Nasty it's been, me...her....without love? Pasha her he loved, A masha nah...her as being shoved. With all this said (or even written), this so broadly of spoken...me "playing with a girls feelings" ? Nah, but I'm feeling her playing a part in my life. In my heart she forever a legend, her...I love....to her just a legend? Legendary fairy tale huh. The legend ain't getting no more tail huh. I fail? I don't drink so it don't matter if drinks stale. SUMMER HERE, SO ME PALE NAH. Might I make it to june if so imagine me with THE spoon? "Spoon fed"....tail just poon....but the ghetto has me fed. I try to be original tactfully repeating every so often yet worded differently...does it soften?. The truth I speak, so the booth...just my pick. Alone in the booth..just me sick. I leave the booth feeling lonely...I grew up but haven't much grown SEE. My size ain't nothing but bone My demise, nah been stolen my phone. Society lies, boy have I shown. So my sighs leave ya to moan. Even if the black who pretty, just a sick aight his iron be griddy. Bolishvili babu blatnoy...I ball I'm witty old man babu...am I just their toy? Imma go have me another smoke with last sentence or two that I spoke.