hop in my convertible, let's cruise around town,
stop at skyscrapers, spray graffity and paint the whole town brown,
niggas peeking out their doors, like has the circus come to town?
but it's just an avenue to show you off, you're my crown.
so step out, this whole city is your runway,
i'd be right ahead with rose petals,
so step in, this whole party is your pageant,
i'd be right behind you with a polaroid.
you don't need side attractions, i'm breathtaking enough,
or appetizers to pique your thirst, trust you can't get enough—
of me, i know those other guys been flashing their jewels like it's a trade fair,
and you're the fairest of them all, you don't need to ask the mirror to know i'm the one.
so step out, my heart is your flight tarmac,
and together we'd take off into the skies,
so step in, i don't know how to drive but,
we can't have accidents cause we're meant to be.
bonfire lights and some barbecue nights later, we'd be holed all day up in your basement,
shuffling through your shelves, i'm tryna find a romance book with love that's intense as ours and i'm so hellbent—
to prove to you that what we have is so rare, our story has never been adapted—
into a screenplay of a movie, yet i feel like we're on TV.
starring in the nostalgic ninety shows with vintage aesthetics and synth-pop music,
getting the funk on with date nights at arcades, at this rate i might get lovesick,
cause we must have blown past the maximum threshold of fun, one human being can take,
i have diabetes, cause you're sugar i wanna take everytime.
so step out, my heart is your flight tarmac,
and together we'd take off into the skies,
so step in, i don't know how to drive but,
we can't have accidents cause we're meant to be.
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musings of a jaded poet
Poetrylike the title implies, 'musings of a jaded poet', comes from a jaded, hurt heart but it'd be folly to think this album is all doom and gloom. before the dark, there was light and it's a journey-a tale that needs to be told. the tragedy of how this...
