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To love someone that is up above, can sometimes cause me grief.

My love pushes and shoves, which then causes me to wonder why did they leave.

When they left, it effed with my chest, and left me depressed, best believe.

Through time, I felt blessed because they can still see what I achieve.

My friends, they are til the end, are like family to me.

The time I spend with them, will the cherished, that's a guarantee.

My mother, can't put nobody above her because there is no other. yes, I love her.

That's my ride or die, but when it comes to say goodbye, imma blow a kiss to the sky and keep soaring high and high.