If spelling is a spell
Then watch my feels unfold 
Flip my name around 
So you can hear me though
You don’t want my love
Then what you hit me for? 
Been through better blues
And I don’t want no more

Galavanting, 
Unrequited, 
Ton excuses, 
I won’t try dis, 
Can you buy this?,
Know you lyin’,
Quickie stick when you inside it

Can I have 1 orgasm, 2 sides; 
passion and actual interest?

And may I also add some chemistry?
Damn don’t I tell u what u mean to me
You got me begging, when I don’t bleed 
Got me waiting on u hand and knee
What’s wrong with you? 
Did you lose sumn?
Is yo mind gone?
Cus u bouta lose one

You promised me
A real
Eyes filled with tears
Candles lit, no fear
Nibble on my ear 
Pressed against the sink
“Want me to get you a drink?”
Stare at me, don’t blink
Put the “K” in kink
Type love

Say I ain’t even thought of
Might as well’ve asked, “can I smite ya?”
Bring it outta me, I do it proper 
So I ain’t worth a lobster and a night club?

Thought he liked me 
When he gave me his white tee
Rose tinted off 
Now it’s gray for da cherry trees
Founda pretty swell-o fellow 
To 6 and 9 me
He like my sweet face, 
deadly gaze, 
and my walk so dainty


Say, I ain’t even thought of
Might as well’ve asked, can I smite ya? 
Bring it outta me, I do it proper 
So I ain’t worth a lobster and a night club?


You’re supposed to see my worth, 
And you don’t,
And that hurts, 
So I, quake your earth 
Your earth


I am a hell of a lady
And a sanctuary 
And was your good, good, good morning 
3 AM thought turned to precum 
Am I a beast you can’t handle?
Displeasure thick as my eye brows
How dare I use single distinct 
Meaningful element of speech

Ugh

Betchu double back on sellin’ dreams
(Out - of - the - blue)
Wouldn’t even bless you if u sneezed 
(Now - look - atchu)
Face saggin like 90s jeans 
Me and my suga
Big bag 
On yo Tv screen
And he giving me a

Real
(I want it, I want it real)
Eyes filled with tears
Candles lit, no fear
Nibble on my ear 
Pressed against the sink
(I want it want it, I want it want it)
“Want me to get you a drink?”
Stare at me, don’t blink
Put the “K” in kink

Type type type type

Real
(I want it, I want it real)
Eyes filled with tears
Candles lit, no fear
Nibble on my ear 
Pressed against the sink
(I want it want it, I want it want it)
“Want me to get you a drink?”
Stare at me, don’t blink
Put the “K” in kink
Type love

Say, I ain’t even thought of
(I’m good)
Might as well’ve asked, can I smite ya? 
(I promise, yeah I’m good)
Bring it outta me, I do it proper 
(But fuck you and fuck that bitch too)
So I ain’t worth a lobster and a night club?

Say, I ain’t even thought of
(I’m good)
Might as well’ve asked, can I smite ya?
(Quake your earth)
(I promise, yeah I’m good)
Bring it outta me, I do it proper 
(But fuck you, and fuck that bitch too)
So I ain’t worth a lobster and a night club?

Say, I ain’t even thought of
(I’m good)
Might as well’ve asked, can I smite ya? 
(I promise, yeah I’m good)
Bring it outta me, I do it proper 
(But fuck you, and fuck that bitch too)
So I ain’t worth a lobster and a night club?

Say, I ain’t even thought of
(I’m good)
Might as well’ve asked, can I smite ya? 
(I promise, yeah I’m good)
Bring it outta me, I do it proper 
So I ain’t worth a lobster and a night club?



Written by: Sherkeyah Earlenia Pearson

Bring Out The Dancing Lobsters

Produced by RRAREBEAR; Not for profit, just free art to be enjoyed.

ALASKA

BATH

LEISURE (ft. TWN)

SOUTH VILLAGE

MODERN

OCHRE

You a mack 
Yeah I get it
I heard you clear when you said it
And you can tell that I’m mad
Am I some pity aesthetic? 
And if these walls could talk
They’d ask me “When will you get it?”
“Just cus he lay with you, stay with you,
you think he real and relevant, 
he don’t know where your head is”
This spit is muddy pathetic
I’m thinking celibate, hell with it;
Drop my heart a couple more times 
This deep end got my hands tied 

Smash and good time 
Smash and good time
Smash and good time 
Smashing smashing good time 
Smash and good time
Can we make love on this couch?
Cus I ain’t kicking you out of,
My mind, my mind, my mind

What am I saying?
I’m losing it
You a typo
And a fool with it,
Aw, you don’t know nothing at all
And my guard comes down when you call
Don’t pick me, like old flowers
If you do, it’s a cold shower, oh

Uh oh uh oh

Smash and good time 
Smashing smashing good time
Smash and good time 
Smash and good time 
Smashing smashing good time
Smash and good time

Produced by:  Zeeky Beats
Written by: Sherkeyah "Srae" Earlenia Pearson

Srae

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