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Love Letters from the Hood vol 2.
You are the last thought
The sweetest bitter taste on my lips
You permeate the saltiness of our….situation
I’m patient
Nursing my ego just to feed yours
You are what I’m all for
But when you’re on, all four
As two tapes spliced into one jam
We go H.A.M
Myrrh and tongues
Wrap our every right
To be or not to be
Exclusivity
Agreement with individual clauses
Think you got me in your claws?
Treating me like Claus
Girl you need prayer
Heck I aint Santa and you are no saint
But yeah….you love me
In spite of a caught case
The road less travelled post haste
I love that you lay waste to my
Waste man tendencies like you’re
Weaning me off my narcotic dependency
Replacing me with us
Let’s not make a fuss babe
I only put my hands on you cos you say you’re a bad girl
Step to my photo shop and I touch you up for real
Broadcast my zeal
Let the world know how I feel because you say your bad ass
A boss chick
I put you in the ring to see if you’re worth the ring
Ding!
We click like a terrorist with a pace maker
Every time we make love
We meet our maker to Nina Simone and Tracy Baker
See I’m a soldier of love
Always thinking about the frontline.
You’re the fit for my glove
Worth every punch line
You’re made up to make up when we break up
Cos yeah …I love you
