Oh baby! You know you shouldn't tease me!
You know you've gotta .... you’ve got to.. please me.

VERSE 1:
Chasing you around. I'm not another dog in the pound. I think I need a treat, I think I need it now.
I only let you hold the leash sometimes when we go out, I'll put that pussy on a pedestal but it always makes its way back down.
Exceptional, Incredible. I see the way she turns them into hounds, clowns, vegetables, going bad, waiting to pound, draws them into festivals, dancing to the sounds.
Folk's'll be losing their testicles just to get down!
Neutered in a spectacle of unethical and profound, Loss of control at the show due to being so wound up. Baby girl's on the round up. I don't want to just cut....
The grass I'll trim the h-edge's of your do not. No doubt. Know what?
I'll go down or up, but it's still my choice love!
Sometimes you make me question my own actions and decisions.
If it's really all fueled by my obsession with your ass's exhibition.

CHORUS 1:
I'll practice every day, the perfect rhythm.
For your melody to sway with, in a field or in a kitchen.
The world is our dance floor when you're not bitching,
When you are it's just a bar that I'll get fucked up in.
(X2 : 2nd time - "when I'm bitching")

VERSE 2:
Now Mama taught me chivalry! Hold the door and be a G,
Lend her your coat when she starts to freeze, but what I find beneath the skin and in the sheets is that a lot of y'all women are straight freaks!
Dominated or dominating, I just want to meet in the middle, Pun intended. RIP to big P (Big Pun) I'm not a player, I just crush a lot.
When I am not busy, ****************************************.
More than enough to keep me happy if I'm spitting honestly, we lived the dream, I wouldn't want to fuck that up with some sleeze. Momentary pleasures that lead…
to hellish states of mind. I'm trying not to be a fiend! Find me in the library or coffee shop. Fuck your club and your Fetty Wap! Lil Yatchy dung, I'll turn a wub into a drug and O.D. 'cause your party sucks!
That's from the true O.G.s.
Been turning tables, running cables without a label or deed.
Defying fables and throwing ragers for the love of she.
The mothership, the mother earth, mother of your seed.
Now throw your hands in the air if you're feeling the beat, and swing 'em 'round if ya dig the melody.

BRIDGE
Honor your baby and your mama ; Honor your lady, sing that mantra.

CHORUS 2 :
(X2)

VERSE 3:
Now I've had a muse and a stalker, but another person's heart is something I would never, ever try to conquer.
In my book, that's the definition of a monster.
Repetition's exposition on a planetary margin.
Abuse, control, pretty much a whole arsenal of negative human traits that need to be confronted. Pulled back to the summit.
Shed the layers of the phoenix phonics, redeeming the meaning of it.
Love yourself before another. It can be so toxic if not, and I'm only speaking from the first hand perspective I've got!
It's worth sanding, staining, priming, painting.
Before you go showing it off, Dating.
Like, look what I've got! Venereal diseases and drugs that'll make your brain rot!
Degrading fucks are to be paid if we don't honor our vessel everyday God.
I hate to say it. The truth hurts. I'm entertaining authenticity so this is to my players!
Be careful, wear rubbers. Your future is what you wager.
Sex has been pumped into our psyche so I excuse the behavior,
but realizing it's sacred might just be our savior.
These actions are not worth the consequences we will be dealing with later... later... later...