like babydoll, tryna give me her all! No, not yet, never

From bleached waves, that never change Of Dalston Forever Dolphin Love

chandeliers, chandeliers while I'm intoxicated chandeliers, chandeliers while I'm intoxicated chandeliers, chandeliers while I'm intoxicated chandeliers, chandeliers while I'm intoxicated

Pray for the people I make up the easel first, then paint what I see through The maze, I'm an eagle, spend a day up at the creek We got the same amount of heat too, but they not as regal Crudites not gon' cut it, cut it slight Braids brought out my eyes I saw a light, I was nine Told my nigga Miles we might gon' be a'ight Guess I was right, twenty-five was a quarter to life I'm on it, I strike, trials Tricknolog' you fond of, I don't even like The socialite reformed, alone every night Post-performance, dizzy in the corner, boy, it wasn't nice Learnin' how to get grimy Pick a pole to grab and flip Ho, we gon' shake something now I got some time this year I'ma go ten rounds and dip out, what time is it? Mommy water, shawty blew the fish out Piscean just like my father, still got bones to pick out For now let's salt the rims and pour a drink out And sip (mmh)

We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed Well, we may not like it but you better learn how 'Cause it's your turn now Boy, you're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies So how should I begin this? I guess it started when you were with him And how he never even took you out to dance But did he fuck with any rhythm? But now he's playing with your head But did he ever make you cum? Did he ever make you cry? Do the wires in your mind get sewn together Rubbed and severed by the heat You don't know how long I could stare into your picture And wish that it was me I guess it's different 'cause you love him But I've got an interactive Sick and twisted imagination And that's gotta count for something We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed Well, you may not like it but you'd better learn how 'Cause it's your turn now You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies Get your face between my thighs I dreamt I was standing in your doorstep Licking sweat off of your forehead With your finger in my mouth And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground You should hear when you're not around When it's just us horny poets Who can't wait to write it down Swear we were only being being honest Do you like these little sonnets 'Cause I wrote them just for you How quickly they turn sour So be careful who you screw And never call And I'm starting to suspect You don't intend to do anything you say at all We wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed Well, we may not like it but you'd better learn how 'Cause it's your turn now You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies

I met a blind man the other day As I crossed the street in my hometown He came up to me His eyes all glazed over His hair slicked back behind his ears And he said to me "Son," "Son, it's a dangerous world out there" And "Don't worry, but if you're not careful you'll hurt yourself" I said, "Alright sir, I'll do my best, thank you very much." And I carried on crossing And when I finally reached the other side I went into 7-Eleven I got today's New York Times and a single cigarette I also asked them to do me an omelette But they ran out of eggs So I bought my things and left the store With my paper Lit a cigarette Flipped to the back pages of the paper to read the sports news Not much to read So I got to the curb and got out my keys The RV was just on the other side I began to cross I pushed the button to unlock it And as I reached for the door A great big fuckoff truck went straight through me