Gyal, you are sweeter than june plum
Which probably explains this offset diabetes that I acquired
From having you coursing through my veins
The memories that I have of us alone still drives this man insane
As my days are now mundane because I now seek to obtain what we once had
Not fully heeding to my motto of 'leaving the past in the past'
Ohhhh....If I can just get one more night, it would be a blast
The way I would wax and tax that ass
I would stay on you like cops on blacks when it's time to harass
And my name isn't Keith Sweat, but I put money on it that I can make it last
As I take grip of them hips that resemble an hourglass
The sight of you looking back at me biting your lip causes me to tremble in ecstasy
And once again I wake up in a cold sweat with no one next to me
So I guess the only thing to do is to go up the block to get me a patty and sorrel drink
And look forward to the next time I dream about my Sweet Ting.
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