Baby, if you can, put the food on a low light
Don't let it burn like my hunger for you
Skip the meal, as I crave dessert
Find a sweet opening for me to insert
Smooches taste better than salt and pepper
Pour love in a cup to measure
I know it's our candlelight dinner
It's just, you got that Mac-N-Cheese pussy
Sound of wetness, I dig in with my serving spoon
Spread your flesh to invite me to go harder
You such a pleaser, meat tenderizer
Bodies clash like pots and pans
Moans in the jingle of silverware
Bake a sweat, until orgasms are fried
The bed became one greasy plate
Filled your peaches up with cream
Each touch was like fresh vegetables to steam
Felt so good, your onion made me cry
This what happens, when you're in chef lingerie
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Hmm! I smell aroma of your great cooking
Seasonings together, marinate perfectly
I come and check up on you
Notice, as I enter the hot kitchen
You're looking so sexy by the stove
Embrace your full figure from back
Tempting to serve you, deep long inches
It's on, if I must set table
Dining room for a passion cove
Press my manhood into your phat ass
May have to cup a titty or two
Whisper sweet nothings in your ear
Sucking just a little on the cartilage
Kissing from shoulder blade, neck to cheek
Playfully, you tell me to stop it
We both share a laugh of what was next
Even if it didn't lead to sex
Let it be known, I appreciate and care for you
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I'm so blessed to reach age of 30
I've seen just about everything clean and dirty
Guess it's best, experiencing life early
My existence is half rugged, half nerdy
Over my soul, I feel a new swarm of maturity
Enthusiastic to do it big with heightened security
Dreams are closer, no longer blurry
Take time, but to get mine, I'm in a hurry
For now, I only focus on myself
Wind up getting burnt for somebody else
I'm on fire, tall and hard, like strong wood
Realize, I pay the price, when heart is good
Cried enough, I'm fearless, if anyone hears this
I'm front driver of destiny, no one rear ends this
Love it, when young guys on the rise
I even look up to them being wise
Married to family men, assistant managers
Artists of their own labels, hustling scramblers
For me, it's a small celebration
Not satisfied, until the whole reputation
Short goals, finance, a car, and the house
Long goals, a writer, performer to share with spouse
Tired of talking, I must do it
Apply me better, there's nothing to it
I got balls, I'm forever balling
Youthful to a poignant status
I swear, before the fourth decade
I wanna say, I'm connected, I am made
For the death of me, pass on trivia
Instructed, there's no set duration
30, 30, a three and a zero
Have to keep going, I can be hero
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I can't pull out photo albums, videos for us to reminisce
Not enough good times become a nuisance
I can't plan dates of romantic and rendezvous trips
Those acts are disappearing, as one slips
I can't be a proud-to-be father, tell family, we're expecting
Fertilizer to the carrier is not connecting
I can't share with you, success and flaws
Criticized for my efforts from unstoppable jaws
I can't comfort on a daily basis to even love you
You'll think, I wanna be above you
I can't with you or any woman, just do right
For us, I'll fight, but our past makes it all uptight
I can't be with you, until death does us apart
We tried to keep happiness, without broken heart
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BAD, everybody's bad, BAD
When I retaliate, please don't be mad
BAD, everybody's bad, BAD
When I retaliate, please don't be mad
With me, everyone has ovaries and balls
Come across right maker, dookie stains their drawers
Try to hurt me, I hurt you
How the hell I owe an apology
Never stepped on your shoes, play me for monopoly
You’re fine, when insulting my manhood
Laughing with no remorse, like it’s all good
I can’t be the better person, taken for granted
Speak my brain, defend myself, facials are slanted
Damn! That wasn’t part of the script
He wasn’t suppose to hash it out, be equipped
I have patience, as I wait my turn
Gasoline on the same chaos, let it burn
No water, but I must stay hydrated
Won’t stand heat from losers, outdated
I rather be on a roof top
I’m not comfortable in a wide house
Telling me, it’s about to pop
I mute myself as a mouse
Eyes and ears on me, as if I’m a criminal
So many messages subliminal
Let's pretend he's an elephant in the room
until you focus on needing from me, zoom
Let's watch him as he goes in the kitchen
Don't talk to me like I'm one of little children
Let's sigh when he's using a computer
Ready to escape the madness, fly to Jupiter
Good thing, it all don't cause sleepless nights
I'm about to swing or shoot in any given fights
Even the nicest person has limits
When the feeling is felt being cut to bits
What’s up with this attitude and bitching
I’m surprised, no one is really snitching
Lost weight, gained it back, stomach pains to UTI
Hello, evil guy! No more Mr. Nice Guy
Meanwhile, I’ll do my best to get along
Expect no mercy, if you do me wrong
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Baby, if you can, put the food on a low light
