My Last Show

My Last Show
Downtown Durham, NC (Bimbe Festival 2010)

Monday, August 2, 2010

Home Sweet

Something about the place we were at when we met
The good place i was in when we met
A nice face don't mean much
But her grin seemed to welcome me in
Her words, comfortable, familiar
Like an old friend
But she got a glow,
A radiance that surrounds her
and seems to warm the area around her
The one you dont say you met, you say you found her
See I dont go for the chick
Thats always got on heels
Busy body, cant stay still
Like she on wheels
Dont get me wrong
Baby gurl know how to put on
But her demeanor and style remind you she grown
and her aura just remind you of home
You know, those eyes you can trust
Like windows to her soul
Just feel right, put you right in that mode
Relaxed, laid back
I can just be myself
Staying up late to cupcake
Frontin
for nothin
Scared to say what I wanna say cus, how she gon respond to that?
If i say all jokes aside, frontin aside from that
To be with you is to have my cake and eat it too and you're the icing on top of that...
Tell her she sexy but I'd rather be beside her than behind her
But I got your back
or simply said, you feel like home sweet home.
When I see her picture I hear saxophones
Her ringtone is a love song
My high heel short skirt tshirt Taylor Swift
tailor made... baby gurl, we a perfect fit
And she dont need you to buy her a whole lot
Just keep things real dont hold out
Just tell her how you feel instead of roll out
and we can save all the drama for the soap ops
I tell her i'ma need a lady when I go out
Then turn into a freak when the do' lock
cause these college girls act like robots
and these hoodrats look like they smoke rocks
lol
But I just want someone to share a nice. Quiet. Evening with, you know?
No elaborate tv date shit
Baby gurl know how to appreciate shit
simple things turn her on
like the smell of my cologne
just like how I come on
Just right and not too strong
and once its on
It just feels so right
To the left, that beyonce song
Just sounds so mother. fuckin. Wrong.
I aint gone, uh-uh, nowhere, come on
girl aint no place like home
Home is where the heart is.

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