My verses is your alimony, yes your welcome.
for taking you mind off that bad rep indie sits on,
artist now are sitcoms
first debut is hot, then theres re runs and re runs, then more fucking re runs.
I’m the newest entertainer who’s been put on.
swagger decked out smooth smile, just look at me,
so many doctors for raps broken arm,
Its like a mechanic for Fiat, you got to “fix it again tony”
well um....
I got it alright, I got you alright,
that dress is real nice! whats good for tonight?
you got a peanut crisp step caramel voice,
dipped in chocolate, I got a thingamajig for your whatchamacallit?
go ahead laugh say stop it.
tomorrow let do brunch or we can call a cab and split it
cause separation makes the heart grow found.
so break me that Kit Kat , that Caramello, that bon bon.
Walk it out, brush it off, haters to the left,
do the damn thing, your the real boss, go ahead girl just flex.
Fuck whoever is your ex, R.I.P to all the rest,
we got that classic love, that real love, Fedora to my chest.
.....................
her love is a dark red rose, cold its frozen,
ice cave of her heart, hollowed out by men of her past.
careful of the actions I take,
no sudden movements it could be the last.
from her glare chills run my spine when she says i was chosen.
breathe in breathe out,
i need to rest,
the tension between us side by side keys together you press,
blood pressure rises from stress, muscles tighten when she flex.
cause that sex is good, sex is good, ill make the cookie stretch.
bless, yes lord her love i’m all about it,
excited like that expectancy letter getting into collage,
enlightens me with her knowledge, breaks the chains that holds me hostage.
i can do anything in her presence, she’s the teacher i’m in detention,
its the bitter sweet suspension, between love and intervention.
its a little hard to describe, but i can point it out when its mentioned.
hashtag with babe, anniversaries, and marry me’s
when social practice dictates something personal, sounds like a curse to me.
just a dark red rose...
her love is a dark red rose, burns from her heat.
she lashes out at me, every second she gets a chance to speak,
false love made her cry, false hope made her weak
now i’m stuck with rising rent, when i signed a fixed lease. wait.
breathe in breathe out,
let me tweak,
i’m maintenaning a building drowning , she only showed a leak.
kodak moments fill my desk, her passions better then the rest,
and that sex is good, so damn good, give her the star box crest.
yes, i’m the realest man in every building,
its not easy looking inside, then publicly admitting.
that your staying and waiting in a situation thats not permitting,
you to be your best because your heart is so fucking forgiving.
understanding, what she’s been through once upon a time you were feeling,
the same way, your reminisce, your empathize, you sympathize, and you kiss.
time passes then your right back at the beginning.
it hurts like hell to cut out the infection, but its the only way to get proper healing.
just a dark red rose....
for taking you mind off that bad rep indie sits on,
artist now are sitcoms
first debut is hot, then theres re runs and re runs, then more fucking re runs.
I’m the newest entertainer who’s been put on.
swagger decked out smooth smile, just look at me,
so many doctors for raps broken arm,
Its like a mechanic for Fiat, you got to “fix it again tony”
well um....
I got it alright, I got you alright,
that dress is real nice! whats good for tonight?
you got a peanut crisp step caramel voice,
dipped in chocolate, I got a thingamajig for your whatchamacallit?
go ahead laugh say stop it.
tomorrow let do brunch or we can call a cab and split it
cause separation makes the heart grow found.
so break me that Kit Kat , that Caramello, that bon bon.
Walk it out, brush it off, haters to the left,
do the damn thing, your the real boss, go ahead girl just flex.
Fuck whoever is your ex, R.I.P to all the rest,
we got that classic love, that real love, Fedora to my chest.
.....................
her love is a dark red rose, cold its frozen,
ice cave of her heart, hollowed out by men of her past.
careful of the actions I take,
no sudden movements it could be the last.
from her glare chills run my spine when she says i was chosen.
breathe in breathe out,
i need to rest,
the tension between us side by side keys together you press,
blood pressure rises from stress, muscles tighten when she flex.
cause that sex is good, sex is good, ill make the cookie stretch.
bless, yes lord her love i’m all about it,
excited like that expectancy letter getting into collage,
enlightens me with her knowledge, breaks the chains that holds me hostage.
i can do anything in her presence, she’s the teacher i’m in detention,
its the bitter sweet suspension, between love and intervention.
its a little hard to describe, but i can point it out when its mentioned.
hashtag with babe, anniversaries, and marry me’s
when social practice dictates something personal, sounds like a curse to me.
just a dark red rose...
her love is a dark red rose, burns from her heat.
she lashes out at me, every second she gets a chance to speak,
false love made her cry, false hope made her weak
now i’m stuck with rising rent, when i signed a fixed lease. wait.
breathe in breathe out,
let me tweak,
i’m maintenaning a building drowning , she only showed a leak.
kodak moments fill my desk, her passions better then the rest,
and that sex is good, so damn good, give her the star box crest.
yes, i’m the realest man in every building,
its not easy looking inside, then publicly admitting.
that your staying and waiting in a situation thats not permitting,
you to be your best because your heart is so fucking forgiving.
understanding, what she’s been through once upon a time you were feeling,
the same way, your reminisce, your empathize, you sympathize, and you kiss.
time passes then your right back at the beginning.
it hurts like hell to cut out the infection, but its the only way to get proper healing.
just a dark red rose....
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