Can I holla at you for a minute and ask what your name is?
Let me put you up on this and show you how my game is
See, I can take you to my place and kiss you on your lips
I slide a nice surprise right between those hips
I can have you scream my name, calling for Jesus
You heard of Ray J and Kim K? That could be us
But no, I'm not that type of guy to hit it and hide
And have you blowing up my phone like it's suicide
So what I suggest is you let me take you out to dinner
Good company, good conversation, let you see that I'm a winner
Take you out to a movie, maybe whisper in your ear
No kissing and telling, cause what we do stays here
Call you and text you just to tell you how I feel
Never question what I won't do, because you'll know that I will
Maybe you can meet my parents and they will learn to like you
But it really wouldn't matter, Sugar, long as I do
You know, I could be that man, that dude, that one
And you could be my stars, my moon, my sun
Have one another's backs, you fall, and I'm under
But for this to work, I gotta have your name and number.
True.Real.Everlasting
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Vicious Cycle
Who is next up, the one to lift her dress up?
I never feign interest, but it's my fault I'm in this
What I said, I meant it, this cycle seems endless
See, my heart was still there while I was pulling your hair
And had you reaching for shit that ain't there, yeah, I did care
Do I love you? No lie. Do I show you? I try
I die when you cry, I can never say bye
Of course there's you. But there's her. And her too
And the one I call 'Boo'. But wait, I'm not through
Here's the swirl. When I'm with you, you're my world
And with her, she's my girl. I'll cherish like a pearl
I really like you.
No matter how much I'd like to
I could never wife you, cause the others I like too
Long as I have this addiction, my heart has no restriction
So due to my condition, this is my prediction
I'll always play my part, but I'll stop before it starts
Trust me, I'll try too hard, somehow I'll always break your heart
True.Real.Everlasting.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
That Dude
Waiting for you to let me in, in more ways than one
Hoping that i can stay until the morning sun
Yet I know I gotta leave once the deed is done
Cause see, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.
So I wait, yet still, and finally the door open and our eyes meet
Ooh, how they mesmerize me
And when you pull me close, my hand grazes where your thighs meet.
I'm that dude that you fuckin wit.
Your self lubrication shows me how long you've been waitin
And actions speak louder than words, and yours show no hesitation
As your lips are on my lips, my hands are on your hips
And your hands, they start to unzip
While more than just time slips
Hmmmm, yes, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.
We all in your bed
While you're all in my head
Then you grab the back of mine, and now I'm all between your legs
And with my dreads tied back, and your legs cocked back
I put that arc in your back when I lick like that
Love it when you say my name like that
See, I'M that dude you FUCKIN WIT!
And when I start to go inside, I see a tear in your eye
Don't worry bout that baby, you'll get used to my size
As your pain turns to pleasure, I cherish your treasure
Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, my bliss is beyond measure
Yes, I AM THAT DUDE YOU FUCKIN WIT!
But I know that once I cuss, OH SHIT, I bust
I gotta be off in the dust
Cause I'm yours
But you're not mine
You're his
And y'all got kids
And it is what it is
But that's none of my biz
So all I can do is wish, that with this good bye kiss
I can be more than just
that dude you fuckin wit.
True.Real.Everlasting
Hoping that i can stay until the morning sun
Yet I know I gotta leave once the deed is done
Cause see, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.
So I wait, yet still, and finally the door open and our eyes meet
Ooh, how they mesmerize me
And when you pull me close, my hand grazes where your thighs meet.
I'm that dude that you fuckin wit.
Your self lubrication shows me how long you've been waitin
And actions speak louder than words, and yours show no hesitation
As your lips are on my lips, my hands are on your hips
And your hands, they start to unzip
While more than just time slips
Hmmmm, yes, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.
We all in your bed
While you're all in my head
Then you grab the back of mine, and now I'm all between your legs
And with my dreads tied back, and your legs cocked back
I put that arc in your back when I lick like that
Love it when you say my name like that
See, I'M that dude you FUCKIN WIT!
And when I start to go inside, I see a tear in your eye
Don't worry bout that baby, you'll get used to my size
As your pain turns to pleasure, I cherish your treasure
Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, my bliss is beyond measure
Yes, I AM THAT DUDE YOU FUCKIN WIT!
But I know that once I cuss, OH SHIT, I bust
I gotta be off in the dust
Cause I'm yours
But you're not mine
You're his
And y'all got kids
And it is what it is
But that's none of my biz
So all I can do is wish, that with this good bye kiss
I can be more than just
that dude you fuckin wit.
True.Real.Everlasting
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Don't Judge Me
You keep expecting me to run away or do something wrong.
So when I catch you in some shit, it's the same old song.
Who I met. How I acted. What I said. Before you.
So damn who I met, how I acted, and what I said.
Cause that was BEFORE YOU!
Of course I hit that. I never denied it.
But that was before you and I were ever decided.
Threesomes, and more, I tried it. That used to get me excited.
But that flame has been extinguished, and you always try to ignite it.
Yeah, my past is tarnished, but you ain't a saint yourself.
I need you to stop stressing over this, cause it's not good for your health.
No, that's not a threat so don't take it as such.
I wouldn't dream of hurting someone I love so much.
But these empty accusations, is leading to so much frustration
that I'm truly contemplating on finding another destination.
You've heard so many lies, that you can't believe the truth.
How bout this? I'll buy you a new Benz tomorrow if you show me some proof.
I'll wait.......
Oh, here's my cellphone. See if you can find anything.
Are you through?
Oh, all them pictures are of you.
Wait, don't give it back. Let's switch phones for a week.
Oh you can't do that? Expecting a call? Oh, I see.
That doesn't prove anything? I know. Who said we had to stop?
Let's go and see what we can find on the laptop.
I won't stop you from doing anything, I'll let you just look.
Here's my email account, my Twitter, and Facebook.
Take your time.
Don't forget my indox and DMs.
Okay, you can wipe that dumb look off your face.
Now that I've put you in it, remember, no one can ever take your place.
Cause i'm not the boy I was, I'm the man I am.
And I appreciate the fact that you even give a damn.
But I'm your man. Anything you wanna know just ask.
But my past is just that, my past.
YOU are my LAST.
True.Real.Everlasting
So when I catch you in some shit, it's the same old song.
Who I met. How I acted. What I said. Before you.
So damn who I met, how I acted, and what I said.
Cause that was BEFORE YOU!
Of course I hit that. I never denied it.
But that was before you and I were ever decided.
Threesomes, and more, I tried it. That used to get me excited.
But that flame has been extinguished, and you always try to ignite it.
Yeah, my past is tarnished, but you ain't a saint yourself.
I need you to stop stressing over this, cause it's not good for your health.
No, that's not a threat so don't take it as such.
I wouldn't dream of hurting someone I love so much.
But these empty accusations, is leading to so much frustration
that I'm truly contemplating on finding another destination.
You've heard so many lies, that you can't believe the truth.
How bout this? I'll buy you a new Benz tomorrow if you show me some proof.
I'll wait.......
Oh, here's my cellphone. See if you can find anything.
Are you through?
Oh, all them pictures are of you.
Wait, don't give it back. Let's switch phones for a week.
Oh you can't do that? Expecting a call? Oh, I see.
That doesn't prove anything? I know. Who said we had to stop?
Let's go and see what we can find on the laptop.
I won't stop you from doing anything, I'll let you just look.
Here's my email account, my Twitter, and Facebook.
Take your time.
Don't forget my indox and DMs.
Okay, you can wipe that dumb look off your face.
Now that I've put you in it, remember, no one can ever take your place.
Cause i'm not the boy I was, I'm the man I am.
And I appreciate the fact that you even give a damn.
But I'm your man. Anything you wanna know just ask.
But my past is just that, my past.
YOU are my LAST.
True.Real.Everlasting
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Where are they at?
Where are the real men at?
Where are the men who hold a door open for a woman?
Pull out a chair?
Be a father?
Give her your jacket when she's cold?
Call when you're not home on time?
Tell her where you're really going?
Cook for her?
Pump her gas?
Tell her you love her more than once a year?
Lay down your jacket so you can walk over a puddle?
Make real love to her?
Not make her cry?
Respect her?
Don't hit her?
Pay for a date?
Hold her?
Don't call her a hoe or bitch?
Take her out?
Where y'all at?
By the way, where are the real women at?
Where are the women who treat your man with respect?
Stand behind him?
Cook for him?
Ask him about his day?
Let him enjoy the game?
Don't nag him?
Understand his boys are important to him also?
Allow him to be strong?
Respect his mom?
Know lovemaking is a 2 person job?
Don't blame him for them problems another man left you with?
Don't use his child as leverage for what you want?
It goes both ways. We need to step our game up in relationships. Or else, nobody is going to be happy. There isn't just a shortage of good men. There isn't just a shortage of good women. Let's do better, to have better.
Where are the men who hold a door open for a woman?
Pull out a chair?
Be a father?
Give her your jacket when she's cold?
Call when you're not home on time?
Tell her where you're really going?
Cook for her?
Pump her gas?
Tell her you love her more than once a year?
Lay down your jacket so you can walk over a puddle?
Make real love to her?
Not make her cry?
Respect her?
Don't hit her?
Pay for a date?
Hold her?
Don't call her a hoe or bitch?
Take her out?
Where y'all at?
By the way, where are the real women at?
Where are the women who treat your man with respect?
Stand behind him?
Cook for him?
Ask him about his day?
Let him enjoy the game?
Don't nag him?
Understand his boys are important to him also?
Allow him to be strong?
Respect his mom?
Know lovemaking is a 2 person job?
Don't blame him for them problems another man left you with?
Don't use his child as leverage for what you want?
It goes both ways. We need to step our game up in relationships. Or else, nobody is going to be happy. There isn't just a shortage of good men. There isn't just a shortage of good women. Let's do better, to have better.
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