Theres something bout you
Baby, there′s something bout
The way youGot me shaking
Like a seizure
No mistaking
I would die for your heaven
I could lie here forever
Every night we're together
If you′d like
I'll do whatever
She said she hate rappers
But she look at me
And see milestones
The apple of her eye
But my iPhone made by Apple
That's our phone
She grab it and take a selfie
That ass is the kill shot
We taking a long walk
With the passion of Jill Scott
Then it′s back to the chill spot
Ensuing by her going
Into a rant using that
Shocked tone and gestures
To prove in fact
Talking who I′m shooting at
Not goin impress her
If that's true then how come
I come through lay that
Glock on the dresser
And she goes from dressed up
To undressed at
The drop of a Stetson
I go to the stu
She gives me hell til
I come home
The smell of my cologne
Somewhat repel them
Nights alone oh hell
If I condone her holding me
Hostage insisting the boss thing
To do is controlling
The bondage persistence in
Offering to take off spring
To have my offspring
It′s her way or the demon
Shows in a foul manner
Hell she wants to get dolled up
To hear vows and a bell
There's something bout you
Baby, there′s something bout
The way you
Got me shaking
Like a seizure
No mistaking
I would die for your heaven
I could lie here forever
Every night we're together
If you′d like
I'll do whatever
She said she looks to transcend
But looking at me
Sends her into a trance
With a pair of kids
Where we as a pair is
Pursuing France
Where we could sit
A sunny beach
Said she went through
Bullshit at 23
I instantly thought of
That jersey Mike wore
That's funny because
Now I got a money tree
Long bread
Meant to be bought in
That Jersey Mike′s store
On Sunday we′d
Watch the game
From the couch
The crowd would get loud
And from the seats
They do the wave
As Henry takes the hand off
She crazily thinkin bout
How she'll cut a chicks
Hand off who waves at me
To add me as a cotenant
Under her roof
She may simply
Create a beef
In a standoff
With a mad dog
To say the least
My lil baby
I can′t explain this sex game
Her ex plain that's his lost
Right up until she′s pissed off
Sitting criss cross
And I got sixty missed calls
Coming out the
House to issues
Ignition light appliance
Kitchen knife in tires
This bitch is Michael Myers
No telling what this
Position might require
There's something bout you
Baby, there′s something bout
The way you
Got me shaking
Like a seizure
No mistaking
I would die for your heaven
I could lie here forever
Every night we're together
If you'd like
I′ll do whatever
She said she hates
My wrist watch it′s rocky
It draws attention to
My Alfred Hitchcock
Then she race to tik tok
And clocks me
We watched the movie Psycho
Written by Alfred Hitchcock
I dozed off and had a dream
In pitch dark she shot me
Blended Scotch Whiskey
Black and white
Watching Norman Bates
In black and white
Even abnormal traits
Coordinates with he and her
They act alike
If I don't hit it
From the back at night
That′s her favorite
I hit them walls
Then we switch to six
Second thought don't wanna
Come across as a snitch
She lick the shaft
I see what all the fuss about
I tell her you a bad mother
She cut me off there
To tell me shut yo mouth
Suggest that we role play
Using names that
We both made
Hit the weed sip of Rosay
Make believe that
We soulmates
Wait, make believe
This why I don′t deal wit
The rapper type
You think you tight
Cause you rap my nigga
Well I'm not wrapped too tight
If we not everlasting
I′ll see your ass in the afterlife
