The blunt was still simmering when you left the Candy Boyz
Love was spread all around...from the tips of moist fingers, to the tune of dry lips
No one ever asked about the creases in the passenger seat of the Accord or the Sonata
She said she liked the taste of Rita's Sugar Balls
Take the time for you to be doing you…like she would be doing me for the night
The car is still waiting...idling
But no one is coming over
Who's gonna make you happy?
Because she won't freak you!
Speed off but take it slow…she will do it for me!
No luck for you!
Remember the times when you and me…
We were with Pat and Ron… much like menage trios plus one
Sauced it up
Tossed it up
And said screw it.
You took her to the club...they denied it
You took her to alphabet street…still couldn't buy it
All I would suggest is that you don't try it
'Cause all of the other crew will cause a riot
Tell her...
Do you want to come easily?
Crack that Boone's with me?
As the chronic leaves burn slowly…
There is a red mark on your cheek!
I guess you won't stop asking me until you try
I want those chocolate thighs…
My head on the inside…
Doing a greasy slide…
You've been in my seat before
Stop frontin' like you haven't
It's the same black Honda Accord
The creases in the seat remember you
From your last interview
We lit it up…
Your heel prints still on the dashboard.
I Love You But, God Love's You More!!
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