streetsy

sittin' up here in my big office chair i stare
in my mirror you know i got that crazy bedroom hair from
wrestling in the a.m. and not playin' fair
fuck bein' in on time, even if i could
i wouldn't trade this shit in, it's all good
'cause we be sippin' java beneath the sheets
we be lockin' legs and droppin' beats
we got that precious hour if you wanna play me/delay me
i know you got the necessary will and power
to rock me straight up on one leg in the shower
you all that and a bag of fritos
a cool dude in a loose mood like chester cheeto
rollin' like a rock with a rhyme and a reason
changin' my world like a karma chameleon
got my camo tank 'cause you know it's turkey season
and i know you love it when i be teasin' you
with my wide grey eyes between your spread thighs
and my sighs while your fingers do the walking
you got me talkin', speaking in tongues
twisted, talented and various like Babylon
hittin' all my spots, spittin' white hot shots across
olive skin that's smooth like buttah
i'm lovin' it like McDonald's, don't want no other
check that clock - damn, i'm late for that reunion i'd sooner
sit here and groove but i gotta find the cheddar,
'cause i'm a public mouse in a brown brick house
across a frozen river, gotta give 'er
'til my liver shivers

peace