[Refrain x2] I know I can't afford to stop For one moment, that it's too soon to forget
[Intro] Man, duke I was in love with this girl, duke I was tore up, dog I'm tellin' you, man Shit is wild, man, for real It's, she's from, let me tell you about her
[Verse 1] In she came with the same type game The type of girl giving out the fake cellphone and name Big fame, she like cats with big things Jewels chipped, money clip, phone flip, the six range I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once Ass so fat that you could see it from the front She spot me like paparazzi Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants Hot damn What your name love, where you came from Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down Asked her to dance she was like "Yo, I'm leavin' now" An hour later, sounds from Jamaica She's sippin' Cris' straight up, skankin', windin' her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin' the jam Fareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move "A-yo, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce" I turn around (Say word!) It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed Tryin' to play me for the herb (Yeah, that's her) Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together I just played along and pretended I never met her "How you feelin'?" "Oh, I'm fine" "My name is Mos" "I'm Sharice" "I heard so much good about you it's nice to finally meet" We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially And honey-love ended up sittin' directly next to me I'm type polite but now I'm lookin' at her skeptically 'Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet voice is fuckin' with me mentally We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me, bro Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo I'm 'bout to murk, I say peace to the family She hop up like, "How you gon' leave before you dance with me?"
[Refrain x2] I know I can't afford to stop For one moment, that it's too soon to forget
[Interlude] She blew my whole head with that, duke I was like, word? I played it low though I was like, yeah, aight, c'mon then, let's go Niggas was mad, niggas was so sick, I tell ya Yo, honey was so blazing she was just... Yo, she looked like Jayne Kennedy Word bond, to my mother man She was that ill man She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin' to me:
[Verse 2] "Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it wasn't right But baby you know what its like, some brothers don't be coming right" I understand, I'm feeling you Besides, can I have a dance ain't really that original We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades They playin' "Lovers Rock", I got the folded fingers on her waist Heatin' my blood up like the Arizona summer Song finished then she whispered "Honey, let's exchange numbers" Scene three: Weeks of datin', late night conversation In the crib heart racin', tryin' to be cool and patient She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent She walked away smilin', singin' Gregory Issac Like, "If I don't, if I don't have you" Showin' me that tan line and her tattoo Playin' Sade "Sweetest Taboo" Burnin' candles, all my other plans got cancelled Man, I smashed it like an Idaho potato She call me at my J.O. "Come now", I can't say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin' the P-funk Cockin' her knees up, champion lover, not ease up Three months - she call I feel I'm runnin' a fever Six months - I'm tellin' her I desperately need her Nine months - flu-like symptoms when shorty not around I need more than to knock it down, I'm really tryin' to lock it down Midnight, we hook up and go at it Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it She tellin' me commitment is something she can't manage Wake up the next mornin', she gone like it was magic Ahh damn it, my shit is on Harrison Ford Frantic My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress Next week, Mu hit me up "I saw Sharice at the Kittie club With some bangin' ass Asian playin' lay it down and lick me up" What?!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
