She said let your lust hang out, we walk the same route
Judgement clouded by cocaine snouts, champagne droughts
Dreams of rain clouds, blueprints that left her face down
Brainstorming, plans laid out on sheets and 8 towels...
Mumblings that made vowels but no sense came around
Guard and her shame sound different from the lay crowd..
Her brain is now advanced in how to change blame, doubt.
She claims ground over anyone who tries to parade proud.
Once the same clown who would make one exchange loud
As shots rang out she would return em quick, bang, pow....
Click, clank, wow...after several years this chick changed now.
From ideal mother, to "I deal" fucker, a once ideal lover...
Now concealing uppers, downers and appealing to cluckers
She might seal you under if ever the deals a blunder.
Get the 9, wield and confront ya, pull the steel and dump ya.
In a ravine, alleyway or ditch, this is what her typical Saturday is
Her manners may have slipped as she grabs and lays bricks
Her grammar, same shit while she plans to say "bitch!"
Bruises and scrapes, cuts and tats that remain with....
But damn man..she stay thick with those years steady calling for her.
Maybe that's why after all these years I'm still falling for her..
