Sense of Appeal

Write a few hooks Read a few books Need a distraction Think I'm slackin' Can't help but stare at you 'N imagine The things that we could do The shit we'd get into See your mattress Full of stuffed animals I'd be a a cannibal You just let me know You just let me know Baby you just let me know Baby you just let me know Baby you just let me know I need your seed Bleed on me I need you seed Mmm Bleed on me I need your seed Bleed on me I need your seed Mmm Bleed on me I no rapper Me art Two perfect worlds apart Can still feel where you are 'N no I'm not waiting to pee Im waiting for a stall that's free One sniff that's it Maybe three Jeese Real bad habit to cope Paranoia's gone off the ropes I still like cracking jokes So much they think I'm joke Too much to let it go Sittin' outside The wind blows While I write a few hooks Read a few books Need a distraction Think I'm slackin' Can't help but stare at you And imagine And imagine And imagine And imagine And imagine And imagine