I am naked.

I am sending this to Drea.

No internet

Check it.

Yo.  Uh huh.  Turn my head phones down.  New beat.

Leaning to the left of earth

54 musics

Now what be your experience,
Vodka what I'm sippin' on, all that extra baggage like it's carry-on,
You gotta let it go

Early in the evening and
you're already accusing me
you signed into my Twitter page
plaguing me with "Who is she's?"
Don't like the pics she's sending me
Don't like that she's a friend to me
Every woman's an enemy
When your woman is crazy

Why can't you see that I Love you?
Why you talk shit 'til I almost have to restrain you.

I know that your ex and your other ex and your other ex and your other ex cheated you

Why every mistake you made in your past
You take out on me
like I really give a damn.
Like some marbles in your head
ain't get lost as you grew up.
Lik e time and experience, ain't chew you right up.
And spit you back out and kick you back down
and when you got up t kicked you back down


Other Ex

They say they secret to my heart is my stomach
So when when I eat this, why you got a nigga runnin'?
You gotta try harder, you already bitchin'
You fail at er'rthang else, that's why I want you in the kitchen.
We have no conversation, you're bitchin' while we kissin'
You're bitchin' while I'm dryin', you're bitchin' while I'm chillin'
you're bitchin' while I'm drivin', you're bitchin' when I'm sittin'
you're bitchin' 'bout the climate, you're bitchin' 'bout the interest
You took out on a loan for a car that you don't even drive
All them crocodile tears pooling up through the years in your eyes

Time marches on
But some things stay the same
Like imbalances 
of chemicals in your brain

I don't know why you be stressin' me
I don't know why you be stressing b'!
Is it your A-Cup bra, girl that's fine with me.
You say you got no ass, well that's a problem
but Love ain't a shallow sea, so we can happily
be or we could if ye, ain't be so crazy
get your mind right, connect less to Wi Fi
that way you don't turn into a bitch reading a Time Line
Facebook, Chat Box
Glass pipe, crack rocks,
Won't make Love to your husband then mad when he jacks off.
Bitches be confusing me, I don't know why they are mad
most them things that happen bad, they bring onto their stupid ass

Time marches on

Moon shinin' through my window on my body naked
Dancin' in the dark?  Nah.  I'm just cookin' bacon.
I don't mind it, in fact I kinda like it,
wine and dine and candles 'til I convince her try it.
Girl you know that you like it, no need to be lyin'
You could pull up on my hair, ask 'em all I'm a lion
with a mane, back strength like a beast on a prowl
Eyes closed tight, vowel sounds, hootin' like an owl.
They ain't do it like I do it, 
I do it like I do it
but can't do it like I do it
'cause I learn so much from last time
that the last time's lookin' stupid,
so now when I do it
then I do it like I do it.
Excuse me I'm hallucinatin' good
See a river on a tree, even though I know it's wood,
girl I wanna say I Love you but
every time I speak it feels like every word changes out the day of week

Girl I don't want to offend you 
When I disrobe you I don't want to bend you
Let me explain, don't take it too far
I would never hit a woman, unless we're in my car

Get naked Get Naked Get Naked 
Cook bacon Cook bacon Cook bacon 

Excuse me I don't mean to confuse you
I wanna slap skins but don't want to abuse you
I got some pork flesh we can throw on the grill
besides you ain't my type 'cause yo' booty ain't real.

Cook bacon

Look lady
Don't even try to play me
The image of your face is close to drivin' me crazy,
I remember the scents, your Paris Hiltony fragrance
I remember the clasp across your heel on your exit.
I pay attention to that smooth insurrection
when the rhythm and the groove make you move in this direction,
and I look into your eyes and all I see is liquid fire
so the delving in your mind leaves me electrified

Baby I 
wish I could take the time 
to multiply with you
Baby I
wish I could take the time
to build a life with you 
and multiply with you.

I wouldn't judge if you shat with the door open,
I could make Love with your mask on and pores open.
Sleep on the floor if you don't like a bed
and if you don't like the shape I can cut off my head.
I don't mean that at all, but I don't mind dirty tampon strings at all
strewn on the floor like a mouse in a paw,
girl you have me in awe
when you bleed in your draws, and you always go off

Panties on my dresser all your bullshit on my desk,
and you nagging about the trash when I'm dealin' with some stress,
I want the baby in a bonnet and a baby in the crib
Take fertility pills so babies babies every where we live
I wanna take about what's practical, and argue in a Maxima
kiss you every day before you wake up just to say
I Love you bitch now get away I gotta start up with my day
and when I come back hope you didn't run way

Slow dance

Quickie

Butt ass naked in the crack of dawn cookin' grits
hard boiled eggs on the stove,
Took a shower before I took a shit
now I get redo the soap

No more bacon, no more, no freezer
Don't tell me this, not now not ever,
don't freeze my breasts that hurts whenever,
don't squeeze breasts or ass or balls neither.
I am a gentle frog, whose part kitten
whose half hot shit and part frost bitten
I'm part cloud and part non-existent
I walk through the park in the dark sky spittin'

Night falls with the rain, time tickin' away, it's all written  
but I guess any hour at all is all given
Today I might complain about the minimum wage
But any day being broke is better off than a grave,
I drink juice from crushed flesh of a grape
And don't talk to white girls in Colorado in case,
I remember, Kobe, verdict not guilty

Walk barefoot
Eat hummus 
Fry spinach 
Eat tofu 

Next lifetime

Ratchet and Blues
Rhythm fo' that ass like them Africans do

Faithfully Maybelline hastily
you apply, do it right, maybe we
tend to fight but we fly through mist
of stars and dust, the gaseous twist
you feel my lips I feel your hands
my fingers dance, your lungs expand
You want it slow
but like it fast
The rhythm changes
we hear the splash

Now I don't want to give the wrong impression
When the steps of our seduction lead us to this clingy tension
And emotions know no bounds, the passion bucks suppression 
And intelligence confounds what goes without explication

Ratchet and Blues
Rhythm fo' that ass like them Africans do

Baby when it's you and me
You gon' need that Gatorade series 1 through 3
I would like to walk across a mountain
and take a bike to ride with you
Travel through the forest 
eat wild rabbit in a stew.
We watch the moon expand her influence across the night
while we sit, sippin' in a parking lot the back seat feels all right,
until the sun light comes shinin' through
the tree leaves like tea leaves
and we brew with crossed arms
and breathe as we sleep deep

When I disappear near you lady
I'm here, but your voice in my ear makes me crazy
a slave to your bidding, I know that it's dangerous.
But who am I kidding?
We want this, it makes us, and often the trickling
that we leave behind is
enough to remind me at some other time
of this distractive passion
the waves in my mind
will construct it, it lasts
in a crystalline prime  