Thursday, 15 May 2014

Notes

Imma shake the Can you open the seal and lip read?

Cos your track puts me on track as we race to the line
Open up the fastener promise you I'm fast enough
Marathon man can you pass me the baton?
Handle the pace of your heart that's a trip
Of Course and the rhythm got me lost
It's so a-Maze ing
Almost skating, no half pipe cos this is the full course
Of course, I have a sweet tooth, pass me the menu...
Man what am I doing?! When I have U
And be assured I'm not playing, this ain't no footsie
saying "you ain't my Man" U best believe in my words
And the feeling that was felt from the first time
Like a dear walks for the first time
Pain at pleasure was the procedure of our Rhyme 
Preparing for the passion in my imagination for next time
But don't get it twisted cos I'd dread to lose... you're mine.





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