How I Met Ya Mother, Pt. 1
Good frame and she keep her art intact Lil homies looking and older men catching heart attacks Me I keep it silent just explore the fact of me having the courage to getting close to that Small talks on that barstool Hit the counter over heard you went to art school or was it law school I'll let you bring up it like lost rules Introduce myself how I was taught to My name Saint just call me Christopher She said it kind of rhyme with good listener and like ya hair good conditioner She got jokes I got locs now I'm diggin her Tryna stop the thoughts of getting in that viscera If I don't take a shot I'll end up missing her Somehow a free man becomes prisoner Second guessed I really thought I should quit at first Never seen you in this bar before I heard these wings bussin' so I'm all aboard She said it come with eight and the fries a four On a scale of one to ten but the wings galore Then she turned to that bartender Asking for dark liquor Then order a large spritzer Turned back and said how long Mr Til you ask me for my number then go long distance How you grow up all you got all sisters Hardly men in your life so you all business Sigh of relief when them calls ending 60/40 get it shorty you so long winded Black queen no light lick she don't colonize Modifying situations I'm great when I optimize My love for you could be personified They can't do it like me it's looking dramatized Eight piece but now they got the curly fries It went from four to a ten she couldn't save her smile Figured I should wait awhile but maybe I should break it down I ain't drinking pure so let me make my rounds
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