The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

my laptop

Turn on my fire,
After this I'll be climbin',
Starin' at the target it's more,
More funnier than clappin'.

Clap, clap,
Make my hands,
In home I'm in lap,
But now I stay with standards.

Fakin' clappin' for you,
While you're laughin' on stage,
You know you where more for me,
You know it's gettin' out of age.

So I'll be C+++,
Lappin' my lap,
To work my ass off, plus that,
Havin' my own map.

Wait until I get over you,
For me to improve you,
I'll be higher than you,
I'm a love fighter, what are you?

Stay, lay, may I go?
A way to fake my top,
Take me out of ranking,
'Cause I'm improving day by day, with my laptop.

Sleepin' here at home,
Makin' more or some,
In cinema eatin' pop- (corns),
Hearin' pop w-with my laptop.

With my laptop, fucking see you,
With my laptop, faking videos,
Now I'm on top, with my laptop,
With my laptop, why should I stop?
(I'm on laptop).