I close my eyes and in the darkness; you are all I see, I call you clothing, food and shelter; you are all I need,
your nickname's oxygen cause darlin you are all I breathe, I'm selfish and don't give a f*ck since you are all for me.You drag race through my dreams like Freddy Krueger in reverse, my nose won't get no longer cause the truth is in this verse,or stanza; we can dance to any song that you desire, our passion is like music burning hot and strongly; fire.Those n1ggas aint do right by you so f*ck em; 6 o'clock, and that's straight up and down, I know what ways to hit your spot,The Cunning Linguist aint my name for nuthin; inuendo, a not so subtle dig at how my tongue'll bend you in though,and make your body groove along with mine; oh we can dance, with visions of us in The Westin cause of weekend plans,I know the way I spit this flow'll have you leakin AND, I'll lick all on your Tattoo; maybe then you'll see the plan,my bad I meant Da Plane bossette see you and I are high, when spewin that astronomy there be no guy like I,a f*ckin ghetto Shakespeare paintin words like Vince Van Gough, I never lend my ear to all these turkeys; Istanbul.Regardless of the lingo of you giving me a chance, to demonstrate the finer points of mystery; romance,are not just words on TV; even if green people land, we'll let our music circle all around us; we can dance.©2013The Cunning Linguist