this is slightly revised for this smooth ass fucking beat:
http://www.hipstrumentals.com/wp-con...strumental.mp3
You might think of me as cancerous,
if misconstrued say I’m mad with lust
except the heart beat truth and it’s amorous,
might’ve sampled you but haven’t had enough.
Why you acting up?
I do know why but I’m asking ya,
when we make contact I know there’s action underneath your skin
- let me in - more than just me tryna blast a nut.
I know the way shit go, yo you’ve had it tough,
and the reason why is I’m a bastard huh?
Give me a chance to patch up the cracks I cut,
Tryna grow, I don’t know all the things that I’m lacking but
-- your compassion’s one, nourished by its fragile touch.
I can be rough, if you want,
yet my hands are smooth when clad with love.
Your eyes are saying that this can be love,
still it can’t be trusted, so I’m candid: love me (love me).
Not tryna have you beneath me and be the man above, see
I mean sex as well as our standing, lovely.
Got me standing up be it in more than one way.
I want you to stay right beside me,
for we are equals entirely;
despite the fact I sometimes feel silently
when I observe you I don’t deserve you.
I hope I’ve wrote the words to
adequately say I need you -- that’s it.
the way you make me feel erratic,
your sway appealing to my habit,
can I play and peel away the fabric
to praise and breathe in all your magic
– is that okay? don’t even need to ask it.
Yasmin the light shines at me and I’m basking
in your truest, luminescent blooming essence;
the Moon confesses its love for the Sun
with its continued presence, and now he is seeing her.
Thank you for being here.