"Leah" (Reply...)
yo....
picture a pretty libyan woman,liberal and ex-les-b-ian
chilling with the homies at home watching e-s-pn
sipping lemondade,skin smooth as pomade,hair separated by five braids
thinking about her sometimes i guess she got me mind trained
a young hustlers with a goatee,named Horatio,he say"there the pretty lady go"
asked for her number
but turned him down like a loud radio
me,lighting a ciggy,not liking my vision,fighting the dizzies,like the sprite,sipping right after the fizzing
suddenly i found myself kissing,and jizzing,cerebellum tryna figure this business
that night still a wonder,like the bread in ya kitchen,and i aint mind it at all
hung out with her after that and i wasnt blinded at all
i thought a real down lady i wouldnt gonna find it at all
but now she say the boy is mine
like a baby daddy with his son,listening to that Monica song
i used to have more hoes than Harmonicas yall
from the same place as jay electronica yall
back to us,we turned our back to the world,when it backed out,from the night we was in a blackout,got kicked out,and got put back out
hardships,this boat tough,hard to swallow,even if taken with
a deep throat,reagan's snitch
this the one i wanna be againg with
outta the panties i could persuade her if
she was swayed by the suede and if i grazed her lips
but now theres a chance she might leave
but if she dont,its chance i might breathe...
so far ,so good?
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