Lady Nectarine

I'm the worse kinda, kinda thing I'm alert, I'm a light, I'm alone I was birth loud as f*ck in the church kinda, kinda thing Jesus Christ, I'm alive, I'm at large I'm at risk, I'm a moving target kinda, kinda king Tippy-toes tall, lily n the valley In the moonlight searching for the peaks You gon' pile them up seven in the ally And we out here gunning, searching for the weaks Throw a couple C's by the creek, damn Rolling up a couple trees by the creek Oh, I think 'em C's about to leak Apathy running rampant like the plague through the streets Who would think that I would be questioning if I should own a piece? Caught a flat, well a nigga headed to the bank at least I think they got me too, man, a nigga scared to speak Home is temporary and the soul is everything (I just wanna) I just wanna take a break from southside up to my own means Don't know how to appreciate what you have placed if you miss me See I ain't really came up salivating of chasing finer things But I'm trying to make my way 'cause pay to pay just ain't the scene I seen fruit flies flying overhead The shit was sweet like a honeysuckle Drip, drip, dripping down my leg I know you caught it Baby, you the one, the equation has been done I saw down the plane fly back from my tour out in France No longer a question if I'm feeling you (yeah) My hands on your chest, my fingers peeling the Orange slices, my type is your likeness I'm Isis you're my Osiris Hardly ever share a climate What's a time zone when you draw your own horizon? You wanna see some crazy shit? Come dive into my psyche You know I'm kinda cute, I drop bombs like atomic in Nagasaki My intellect find equivalent Plus the sex can make a honest women start repentin' it, shit (damn) Never finish, yeah, like a spoiled brat I'm replenished, yet I wanna another sip Like a cast, I don't want another grip Yeah, a cast I don't want another grip, mh (yeah) I'm down, you down Let's bounce, it's whatever (ohh) I been hella patient (baby) So tell me, baby (baby) What's it gonna be? (Feather, feather) I'm high, you high Thank God for the feathers Said you tired of waiting, baby Let me taste you, baby Lady nectarine (nectarine) And I ain't scared to admit You make my thoughts think twice and forget Soundbites like what Tyson would spit Ricocheted threw my mind but the vibe from my grip I'm usually aloof, loafing No doubt smoking windows to my soul are broken Self-destructive but no explosion Macaulay Culkin but my Hulk is Hogan You don't like me when I'm angry And you don't like to see me creeping And I don't like to see you weepin' But I sees what sees 'cause I bes what I bes But I A for the D's and I O for the P's and Q's You won't believe what a dream can do Put a fiend in leisure suit, try to cling to truth Pretty fucking hard thing to do when the truth don't agree with you All I know, all I know all I known Is the bittersweet goodbyes and field berry lows Hey, let me take a sip of your soul Let me wet my whistle, I've been traveling for miles Be my little gypsy if you're down Maybe have me dripping out your mouth Maybe have me lifting up your blouse Maybe make a baby name him Pronto And have him eating grits at my mom and 'em house, it's whatever I'm down, you down Let's bounce, it's whatever (it's whatever, babe) I been hella patient (baby) So tell me, baby (baby) What's it gonna be? Mmh (be) I'm down, you down Let's bounce, it's whatever I been hella patient (baby) So tell me, baby (baby) What's it gonna be? (Feather, yeah, feather) I'm high, you high Thank God for the feathers Said you tired of waiting, baby Let me taste you, baby Lady nectarine (nectarine)