"But my sweet, sweet Sunday had to turn tart..." - Spice 1 from "Trigga Gots No Heart"
"And it hurts like brand new shoes..." - Sade
Come bathe in my darkness; yea, though I walk this
Target range of Cupid, that most able of marksmen
That bastard babe has me on my last of legs
But my pen is mightier than the faster blade of that rascal knave
We go back like throwbacks and vintage sneaks
or that song by Fat Joe and Remy
So why you moving slow motion like Soulja Slim with me?
I thought we could explode labs with our chemistry
But if we were on some holding hands and intimacy,
I would know that from your energy
I planted the seeds for our meal
and all you produced for me was a cropless field
Your lack of response is a response still
Can't no other brother love you this pure
And I can lead your horse to the Water,
but it's up to you to come through this door
I've only got one heart to protect, Young
And don't ask me why I "don't write love poems"
if you aren't trying to inspire my next one!
You doubt that I'm the one for you?
Then put a gun to Drew
Transplant my heart to another dude
AND WATCH HIM WAKE UP FUCKING LOVING YOU..
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