[Verse One] Oh you 6 foot? You got stretched ears? Tattoos and some spray paint? Shit, i might take a look Ill never really tell you Cuz im always shook I think im ugly But hopefully youll love me My friends been askin Can we really date though? Hiphop shows and burritos? Do you even exist? Dont mention your x, ill be pissed [Verse Two] Damn its a trip how much we relate Never been on a real date As of late Old town pasadena, venice beach Im a sucka for him kinda like a leech Wheres your location, you seem outta reach? Met a 6 foot guy with a RO shirt Whos afraid of his heart getting hurt Mixes wutang and xibalba every now and then And he got a heart on his sleeve w love he about to spread Sucker for love, although never admits it Likes to smoke a little weed, but im the one lifted Looking for the real thing, no little kid shit Friends think hes gay But thats a fucked up way to call something lame Handsome, looks kinda mixed with facial hair Im sick of stares But youre all the way over there Come here, i wanna talk to you For a minute or two Actually i got nothing do, lets talk for a few minutes We both nervous He gives me the digits for his phone service Is this reality? I cant believe its happening My friends dig him too Thank god hes nice, phew He enjoys the beach And splifs, favorite flavors peach We at venice Acting a menace Bumping westside with love And youre heavenly divine like you came from above We argue sometimes no doubt, but no push and shove Youre a dream to me like dom said it Youre perfect, and im all in it [Verse 3] Do you like brown skinned I like to cook too But i also like to eat, shoot Fiend of the music I got a head on my shoulders, show you how i use it That line goes both ways, its up to you how you choose it I didnt mean to sound perverted But there was no other way i could word it My friends can tell im dreaming Or are you a reality, are you scheming? In love with a facade, of something seems unreal But every time i go on my blog, youre all there
venice, xibalba, friend, splifs, love