The things I would do for you,
love is an understatement,
girl you're so beautiful,
no court date,
but I swear a nigga suitable,
if you heard anything else,
let's leave the facts refutable,
as usual,
imma hit you with that good morning,
I killed the pussy,
call that shit a good mourning,
for you i got that breakfast in bed,
mimosa's and a joint,
just to clear ya head,
ya,
i plan a whole day out,
reservations for dinner and drinks,
after you lay out,
rose pedals lead to the jet tub,
hop out and you fell into a back rub ooo,
put that black dress on with the lace front,
I know I smoke joints,
but let me just be blunt,
I wanna be with you forever,
be there for ya mentally,
physically,
emotionally,
however,
I would rob a bank easily,
if that's what it takes for you to start feelin' me,
metaphorically speaking of course,
no magazines,
but I can see ya eyes and get to the source,
for ya love I'd play ya game,
no kings of leon,
but ya sex got me in flames,
and I aint sayin' that's a bad thang,
I just hope the love come around to me like a boomerang,
overhang the lames,
that proclaim the love of a young dame,
only to blame the woman for a lost flame,
it's a shame,
then they tried to reclaim the same one they defamed,
and told em' why that's what they became,
lemme show you how it's suppose to be,
to be held down by a nigga from the d,
whatever you wanted Id try to produce,
no groceries,
and no i won't eat the kaboose,
nah,
but i make sure that budget is loose,
long as you don't keep me in the dark,
no recluse,
weed profuse,
chillin back,
sippin' bombay and juice,
by the end of the night,
imma be sippin' on you,
ya,
no church service,
but im speaking in tongues,
it'll take your breath away like collapsing ya lungs,
legs clench,
like you tryna get a triangle choke,
no michael phelps,
but when its wet,
I just stroke,
gold medal flow,
I'm usually in first place,
but what's a king without a queen,
feminist gone debate,
they like be an independent woman to compensate,
all the weird confrontations,
and the lack of the dates,
ya,
don't listen to the talk of the town,
you gone think im mayweather huggin' you,
how im holdin' you down,
just for ya smile baby,
i do it for ya smile baby,
now thats love,
no james st. patrick,
but you know you'va always had that power,
you a star and you know it,
selfie every hour,
presidential suite,
dwight eisenhower,
my love for you is immense,
your a gift,
so i meant that in the present tense,
you and me the only thing that make common sense,
lets think about it,
just whisper in my ear if you feelin' shy,
lets identify the route,
and we can simplify,
so we can testify,
love is a four letter word,
it could be the sweetest or the deadliest verb,
so when we take action,
pray that it's th truth,
you'd hate to have holes,
like a cavitied tooth.
