Shadows
Kiss her nape, neck then back
Listen for it
Chillin nightly with Aphrodite, goddess, she could be
What a body on this sarabi, what a dream she would be
This girl, see her in my sleep pictures
Photogenic, help my adjust my aperture
Photographic memory it's these images I capture
Cant put my pulse on what puts her apart from the party
Want her milk like cats when they're done laps
Brain spinning like dunlaps after two hundred dozen done laps
Fingers crossed I'm kissing her after the time-lapse
I don't care how it happened, just fingers crossed
Hustling like Rozay is my pops, gotta have it like pops
Shes like a chart, and I'd like on top of the pops
We're convertible, when it get warm drop tops
Friday evening, back towards the ceiling,
Sex education healing, hand up not for a question
Hit the pause button, oxytocin dumping
Scream out six letters together like you want something