No limit here and like the academic year opens schools in
September, be smoking fools until December a cool trend
Then go panic nothing romantic in auto mechanics it’s
The mystery of a wrench I took history and French admit
That’s legit, in school chicks galore the trick is to score
Keep my grades up not afraid to duck wackiness adore
Beauty, had to revamp my lamp getting bad light must
Be mad tight do my homework wow my dome hurt trust
Me need aspirin to maintain pain plastering my brain my
Hormones kicking I’m on edge what came first the chicken
Or the egg? My plan great like candidates so I debate issues
But when I get cake need tissues bed combat in habitats like militias
I prevail with true chemistry like a retail shoe industry rumors
Abuzz about a big boom ahead get a girl soon be in bed, humor
Do exist, my pride talks but like sidewalks my rhymes are stepped
On and slept on folks can’t wake up and I want great luck kept
On my rabbit foot got a rhyme habit and shook went to the Cabinet
and took a chill pill but ducked the NYQUIL now ill writing in tablets
See a girl wanna take her home and all but seem to be running into
A stone wall with love words, club nerds come around steal my menu
So in this system of teaching got wisdom and reaching chicks for
Dates and at the bar it takes planning most time demanding a car
See a girl’s dress and beg to lift love got me on the edge of a cliff
Ready to fall off a girl’s hips sweaty and soft no pledge my mind drift
“Far as shoes I got corrupt pairs upstairs with no strings because
I go bling in wing tips and Stacy Adams, so girl I love red so pause
Let’s hug and go to bed but first boo rub my head because I got waves
Like the ocean and dudes crave for lotion I use to do that and prays
To get their hair like this so an affair and a kiss would go good right
About now so what you say boo? This is a confirm act like the “Return
of the Mack” like MARK MORRISON I’m clever in all the clubs but
concerned “If I ever fall in love” like SHAI make sure you my cup
Of tea throw me a kiss in the wind with hope because I’m at the end
Of my rope you as my girlfriend would be dope sex now and then
My plan is to rip and strip brains with manuscript and flames amen
Boo I have phat desires and like flat tires they roll rough but I’m bold
Enough to know that my term paper is firm vapor up a nose its cold
Trust my health had to adjust myself but you got pie crust left
delicious uneaten that you gonna be feeding me so thrust stealth
Tongue on me boo I see you can, boo I wanna buy a new house and
Get a true spouse no time to screw around with Mickey Mouse plans
So girl your cake is the gospel and that make it possible for a guy
To have specific action and terrific satisfaction but must duck that
Fatal attraction this just a fraction of the things and boo I’m stuck at
A love junction with a plan that’s tight can’t stand the sight of failure
It ignite paraphernalia I search strong after a church song by Mahalia
Jackson, it clutter my wishes when I get butter kisses that include
Tongue I be a dude sprung but not a rude one be ready for Soul Food
And a hug is devastation its club regulation for a thug no celebration
Girl your pie is bizarre gonna buy a car fuel injection for acceleration
At home the holder and owner of a Ford but don’t wanna be thrown
overboard to the sharks well known and have adored arts homegrown
But boo I have plans for cake now in the hands of fate stands ready
Inflate my game, cake is my aim it take brains and sweaty Intentions
To pull this off the wool spreads are soft on your bed not to mention
Boss hips and soft lips
September, be smoking fools until December a cool trend
Then go panic nothing romantic in auto mechanics it’s
The mystery of a wrench I took history and French admit
That’s legit, in school chicks galore the trick is to score
Keep my grades up not afraid to duck wackiness adore
Beauty, had to revamp my lamp getting bad light must
Be mad tight do my homework wow my dome hurt trust
Me need aspirin to maintain pain plastering my brain my
Hormones kicking I’m on edge what came first the chicken
Or the egg? My plan great like candidates so I debate issues
But when I get cake need tissues bed combat in habitats like militias
I prevail with true chemistry like a retail shoe industry rumors
Abuzz about a big boom ahead get a girl soon be in bed, humor
Do exist, my pride talks but like sidewalks my rhymes are stepped
On and slept on folks can’t wake up and I want great luck kept
On my rabbit foot got a rhyme habit and shook went to the Cabinet
and took a chill pill but ducked the NYQUIL now ill writing in tablets
See a girl wanna take her home and all but seem to be running into
A stone wall with love words, club nerds come around steal my menu
So in this system of teaching got wisdom and reaching chicks for
Dates and at the bar it takes planning most time demanding a car
See a girl’s dress and beg to lift love got me on the edge of a cliff
Ready to fall off a girl’s hips sweaty and soft no pledge my mind drift
“Far as shoes I got corrupt pairs upstairs with no strings because
I go bling in wing tips and Stacy Adams, so girl I love red so pause
Let’s hug and go to bed but first boo rub my head because I got waves
Like the ocean and dudes crave for lotion I use to do that and prays
To get their hair like this so an affair and a kiss would go good right
About now so what you say boo? This is a confirm act like the “Return
of the Mack” like MARK MORRISON I’m clever in all the clubs but
concerned “If I ever fall in love” like SHAI make sure you my cup
Of tea throw me a kiss in the wind with hope because I’m at the end
Of my rope you as my girlfriend would be dope sex now and then
My plan is to rip and strip brains with manuscript and flames amen
Boo I have phat desires and like flat tires they roll rough but I’m bold
Enough to know that my term paper is firm vapor up a nose its cold
Trust my health had to adjust myself but you got pie crust left
delicious uneaten that you gonna be feeding me so thrust stealth
Tongue on me boo I see you can, boo I wanna buy a new house and
Get a true spouse no time to screw around with Mickey Mouse plans
So girl your cake is the gospel and that make it possible for a guy
To have specific action and terrific satisfaction but must duck that
Fatal attraction this just a fraction of the things and boo I’m stuck at
A love junction with a plan that’s tight can’t stand the sight of failure
It ignite paraphernalia I search strong after a church song by Mahalia
Jackson, it clutter my wishes when I get butter kisses that include
Tongue I be a dude sprung but not a rude one be ready for Soul Food
And a hug is devastation its club regulation for a thug no celebration
Girl your pie is bizarre gonna buy a car fuel injection for acceleration
At home the holder and owner of a Ford but don’t wanna be thrown
overboard to the sharks well known and have adored arts homegrown
But boo I have plans for cake now in the hands of fate stands ready
Inflate my game, cake is my aim it take brains and sweaty Intentions
To pull this off the wool spreads are soft on your bed not to mention
Boss hips and soft lips
... what was going wrong about polls and being blocked and stuff?