Saturday, August 8, 2015

Down Through There

She's around all this make-up
and hot lights
What are you hiding from? Who who, who

She wanna blow this town
Get her degree
Smoke a lil tree in her new Jeep
Travel, see the scenes

And since I know better, it's the only thing we want

Drinking top-shelf
She ain't even gotta pay, niggas buy the rounds
Who are you trying to forget? You you, you

You wanna make it
Momma don't push you enough
Or at all, she say
You need to bring it home
Never missing yoga class
Stretch the stress

And since she know better, it's all we want

She don't want me
She just wants me around
And when I call her out on it
Saying I'm gonna leave
Don't matter where the club at
Or who bought the last shot
Or who know where the afterparty at
There's a knock on my door at 2:37 am
Fresh, french manicure gripping the doorknob
Turning

And since we know better, it's what we want

Until Next Time, Later


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