I forgot what love was so I don’t know what it is.
Do you know what it is?
I mean I love music and film, but don’t know how it feels to be loved back.
Maybe I need to start lining up the baby mammas to fill the void.
I’m hung and I’ve never been hung up on.
That should count for something shouldn’t it?
Every last woman I’ve ever had sex with had “orgasms”.
Maybe that’s what it is.
Women don’t love me, they love the orgasms I make them have.
I mean they’ll tell me anything during sex but once they climax, they’re done and they forget about what they’ve been yelling for the whole hour.
Being a master at sex is a burden because it outshines real love.
What are they forcing me to be?

Justis James™ Did It
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