intellect and cunning and bravery and wit
i sometimes stretch the truth, hoping to get lit
but that's where i crash, where we remain the same
where you don't want me but i sigh out your name
i feel like you think i need sex
nigga, i need YOU, what don't you get?
it's crushing me to learn more and more
how you want to explain while i want to explore
you finally have someone where there is mutual trust
i can't lie to you, i'm still feeling the lust
not the carnal right now, cause i actually don't like it
but those lips, those! lips! how long must i fight it?
it'll feel right when the love outpours
or maybe i'm fiending and it's just time for more
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what will we do when i don't depend on white,
to sit around with you, talking all night?
i love your leisure, how you relax with my gaze
i think i'm still hiding now that i left the purp haze
but vices are crucial to pivotal moments and shit
cause when better to be woke than when you're real fucking lit?
not saying we catapult from friends to fuckin'
but i'm so fucking tired of constant prebussing
like 'oh i'm sorry, i should say that i like you'
inwardly screaming 'oh fuck i can't even live without you'
which is really dramatic and not even true
he said we won't fuck so how can i know trust is true?
i trust him a lot and i wish i could say
that he seduced my thoughts, stopped me from walking away
well, look here buddy, i'm getting tired of .... what?
i guess i'm not really tired and i've not given up.
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