i’m tryna get you back... over here, bent over, twisted... misconstrued, and shaking all over the place...

i’m tryna grip handfuls of your hair while i’m grabbin’ your ass and droppin’ that in you like you a safe... 

in you i’m safe. 

you’ve been running marathons around my bed, i mean my head for hours... aren’t you tired? 

clear views

of a clearer you... 

i think i got good aim...

what are the chances of getting you on the tip of my tongue making you scream my name? 

how many more of these can you take? 

i’m doing my best to keep my composure but you steadily seem to drive me insane. 

consistently. 

ride then. 

she has points to prove. 

fuck...

here you go....coming back to back again

you love to feel my pain...

ultimate pleasure is the only aim

you shooting back?

agreed it’s so sublime how

you’re always on my mind...

i find myself pondering ways to get you to unwind and unravel... cause i’m tryna travel... 

travel with you to places only we can grow

for a love that only you can show. 

i’m tryna take it there. 

left or right,

whichever way it decides to flow.

are you down to ride? 

i’ve just gotta know. 

who told you i needed to rhyme?