She gets bodied by minds
Our Intellect intertwined
Gets her wet until
She drowns in my words
Then comes alive

Just to save her suicides
She runs it back a hundred times
Like running backs trying to find
A hole in my defensive lines

She's a sporty shorty
Dropping gyms to try and court me
But when I land one
She says that's foul on the scoresheet
She sees that I'm a stand up guy
Looking for floor seats
I score to force overtime
And now I need more sheets