Japanese Silk

Alright all you dudes, dudettes, and non-binaries This is time where you'd want to close your kids' ears Close your ears if you're squeamish, hear me now It's Mister Nasty time Aw shit it's Mister Nasty time This song is about morning sex Baby you spring time beautiful I'm tryna grow with you like the roses and petunias do I'm thinking of a rendezvous so I can see your tulips bloom Things I would do to you include getting closer than ya nails to ya cuticles Body shaped like a cherry flavored Coca Cola Throw it back like baggy clothes and Motorola's When you call me baby, got me thinking bout a stroller And a ring on your hand about the size of coaster It's like the more you reveal The more likely you and me gone have a gender reveal Kisses real cleansing, how ginger would feel Treat me like a king, I think I'm Simba forreal Skin color like Hennessey I don't drink but I'm buzzing of your energy still How bout we fall asleep in Pilsen and wake up in Europe When we touching it's Robitussin time moving like syrup Syrup Syrup Syrup Syrup I want them pancakes in the morning buttermilk I want them pancakes, in the morning buttermilk Skin smooth like Japanese silk Oh yeah yeah Bamboo'd up off the Buddha Love it raw, I'm sushi connoisseur Love strong like athlete's built Care for you like Japanese silk So gentle and smooth In this magenta room Eat the cake like Anna Mae awwww Then fall asleep with the anime on Roll a paper up so we can get calm Purple like Thanos, we infinity stoned Girl your body language written in poems And when you're nude, I'm like Langston Hughes Hands hold you like guitars when I scoop ya up I know that G string could use some tuning up You hop up on the pipe like Mario Working on ya cardiovascular Blinds open, let the light in like aperture Focused like a camera Tryna match your stamina Far from an amateur Whoever left you, what were they thinking Abe Lincoln, that's a big cap, they tweaking F*ck a diamond, you're a quartz in a clock You're the tick to my tock, I know we kick it a lot I hope you never get the urge to tell me to kick rocks I got an appetite for you in the wickedest spots Dinner for a sinner, I been feeling really reckless Wake up and let me scramble your eggs for breakfast I want them pancakes, in the morning buttermilk Inside feel like Japanese silk Oh yay yay Bamboo'd up off the Buddha Love it raw, I'm a sushi connoisseur Love strong like athlete's built Care for you like Japanese silk So gentle and smooth In this magenta room