Beat: The Roots - Pussy Galore
Topic:
She, grabbed my hand, threw me a whisper,
It felt like it was my duty to listen,
She, told me to close my eyes, and follow along,
Her voice was like a bottle of dom,
She coddled my calm, relaxed my tense spots,
Fence dropped, then she attacked the next lock,
You can bet, hot, she stopped, all my grief,
She popped that knot that was on my dream,
I was, lookin' at my eyelids,
The swirls on the back of the skin became factors of bliss,
Actin' like this can make you attractive as shit,
Her words were like luggage that she packed in her lips,
Then she, unpacked on this kid,
Just a lowly rapper actin' like I matter to live,
Low and behold, I didn't matter to chick,
She was like me, gettin' little outta this shit,
It felt like we made goodies for hours,
Walkin' on a cushion of flowers,
Lookin' at our sins with one foot in the shower,
The devil, we had shook 'em from power,
How perfect the now seemed, flesh stretched like Dhalsims,
Left breast bouncing,
Scents hovered like storm clouds,
When that church built of love became a whore house,
She lived the insatiable rich life,
I hand always hated it, till I tasted it's insides,
So here we are, holdin' hands, crossin' tongues,
Hands askin' each other if we want to come,
And I never been one not to follow one,
After all, they were the ones that taught me how to love...