Lyrics

I have work in the morning
My hand on the edge of a hornet’s nest
Unsure if I should brace for sting
The red dress worn
Got me thinking how I’ll pull a rabbit
Out of this hat
Gets removed locs flowing
Showering her protective style
Unveiled it twice,
She wants to be married to my smile
Vibe
Be engaging
Magazine
I should Jet
Beauty of the weak
In my knees get buckle
Gets

I have work in the…

I carve a space bar
Where no one else can enter
I keep tabs on how much you rattle
We skin to skin
And you haven’t even called me baby yet
The message in the bottle came in cursive
Reminiscent got me saying
How smell you good –
Tongue tied, hoping wrists tied too
I’ve gotten hip to this
And thigh to this
Getting proper footing
Hoping I have a leg to stand on
Things I’ve said before
Get recycled
No plastic on her
Or need to be carded
A perfect slam and the digits
Paper makes
Paper waits for no one
Especially being between a rock
And the means to escape
You play mean
Like reoccurring
I tell you
About the season finale
Then the series finale
Directly after