They want you to fall,
they think it's a trick, walking that walk, talking with they hips.
Oh did I mention they lips, looking all luscious them lips, speaking so firm, moving so swift, every word seems to be a gift.
Mind of queen well that's what we'd wish, but they've all come in different shifts, some barring not a single gift, an some the same ****, doing all the things that they wish, but it's the lies that lay behind her eyes that gets me every time, time, an time again tucking her head beneath my chin
Every man in this moment forgetting all sins
Her eyes soul searching, searching for another angle to get him in the trap, trap traping, love tapping just to stab him Right in the back.
D.J. Turner