Hypothetically … hypothetical
I remember the first time we met pretending to be on
a chill, eyeballing them curves admiring gods artistry, then I heard your voice
strange thoughts like “this is a voice I could wake up to every morning”… she got that
picture perfect face to go with the custom lord have mercy frame frame..
Yeah my home boys laughing at me talking like “shorty
must have kryptonite to go with kitty cat because super man has fallen, talking
crazy like this is the future wife and she owns the last name”
Then god pulled a fast one on me when I wasn’t
looking, I found myself caring about you more then I cared about myself, more
connected than my old school hip hop
chain ,if you hurt I felt the pain, for
young buck this was new to me for the first time I wanted part more than thighs
and study the brain…
Crazy got me writing them love Jones type poems,
shorty’ love making like a mad cross over and ankle breaker, shorty got the
eyes of breathe taker, lips of heart breaker, flavor like Jamaica.. hold me
down with the heart of happy home maker
, I be like cupid needs to be careful with them arrows these are real lives at
stake here
Hypothetically…
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