You know I never seen you without all your makeup
Right now im slightly vulnerable, fresh off a breakup
And I hope you don’t mind if I stare
Pomegranate and sweat scents coming from your hair
I was thinkin we could leave a tip and bounce to a quiet place
Its too loud, I think I need a change of pace
Its too dark; cant see your pretty face
dim light shining of them lips, girl, lemme get a quick taste
I don’t believe in perfect but the way you walk is something else
Lets scratch the surface, and compound my failing mental health
Can you cure me? Help me pin down my sense of self
Those hips are therapy and baby theres a lot to tell
You’re a rarity. Im brash, jagged, and obscene
You should be scared of me, peasents aint known for charming queens
Must make me a king
Albert camus clutching a mic
Still breathing out of spite
Sisyphus puhsin up stones
Putting your name in my phone
This dimes aint right
Texting sierra lione
Keep my game tight
Girl I I aint tryna leave alone
I think its sexy when you call me on my bullshit
Hoes is boring, got me speaking from a pulpit
Pulling punches, pulling out my dick
Don’t need a brainless bitch, im tryna wife the one that makes me feel stupid
Jus being real,excuse my loose lips, I blame cupid

Girl it aint easy to make me laugh but here I am wit a smile on my face

I love the way you laugh
The way your voice cracks when you get mad
The way you bend your arms when you happy or excited 
Theres something bout those eyes that’s so inviting
So enticing
Slight oeach fuzz on ya upper lip
The way you whimper when I touch your clit
Pull your hair back, pull you closer for a kiss
So intoxicating, squeezing on your hips
Curl ya toes and bite ya lips
Make a fist, pull the sheets up
Still faded of the cheebah
Got you prayin to jesus
Bend over, touch your feet, I wanna hear you beg
Matter a fact, turn around, use your mouth instead
You gotta earn it first, my hand stroking ya smooth legs
Don’t gotta rush it; take ya time; enjoy it while you can
Saliva drippin down your chin; I taste you on my hands
Still got more wine left, be a crime to let that go to waste
Hands around your neck; your hips gyrate, keep up that steady pace
We got all the time in the world


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