Drop that thing and bring it up in slow motion
this is a stick up so pop that thing and remain frozen
it's all lame but still the same when spoken
she ease my pain and helps me remain focused
torn from her thorns lubricated by her veins lotion
heart's withdrawal because this dame lonesome
cupid lost his aim and the devils demons homeless
bored from the mishaps of my foreign owner
stained visions of a young stoner
alcoholic like homer bright future like Lisa appalled like Mona
walks like a champion throws punchlines like Adrian boner
in hood poverty in abundances and chance is for only the ones chosen
my sons possessed and daughter growing
I'm confused and my money like the wind blowing
I lust for the things furthest and hate on the things closest
a good women and a relationship made of trust and devotion
her lips conquer and her eyes spill her garden potion
love her thighs and her minds potent
she keeps it tight so I leave it soaking
