this girl is really trippin' what she thinkin?
can't just be the Napa she's drinkin'
all these macktivist chumps got her stee straight smitten
now i have ta' write some deep shit in order for her to listen
here i go, whatohu mean to tell me i'm
outta luck? you must be kiddin'
see for all my word's worth best believe i'm no lame
you make it seem like every dude is out there pimpin
but look babyboo, i ain't got time for games
you got my attitude stricken,
we both heavy into the art of chillin'
ready to take part and willin'
to get into some intimate gut spilling
Babygirl i'm sick but you just be illin'
killing my animal instict, that can't be the solution
at this very instance
i'm an open book and offer no resistance
i'll be God damned if you drillin my persistance
i'm persuing, remaining focused and consistent
constant evolution
refuse to be this close and yet so distant
hustling to make us tighter
cuz this plutonic shit is like
having a bomb blunt and no fucken lighter
an artistic style that i constantly admire
can't front can't call me a liar
on some lizard king shit lusting with desire
you burning up my fire, know what i want
even if i lose, i wanna know
that i went down like a world class fighter
its on you if you think im a player spitting game,
i'mma do me say a prayer, and know
that through my actions
you ain't ever gonna forget this poets name.
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