Ooweee
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Yeah, J-Live
Previously, olé!
Haha, then what happened?
Act 2, Scene 3
What had happened was
Yeah, I'm lit out, shut down and live out
One for the green belt
So anyway, where was I?
Somewhere in between being tipsy and buzzed I
Realized the scene was a little obscene
Shorty I was seen walking out with was not the queen
But what? With a little buck buck
But my gut told me (Wake up!)
Especially when she went for the car keys like (Freeze!)
Sweetheart, let me see these please
I'ma give 'em to your homegirl, you get a taxi
'Cause you apparently even most matched to me
If we would've made it home then we might've got skeezed
But I wake up in the morn and I wouldn't have been pleased
Like Boomerang, with Marcus and Lady Eloise
But at least that night let me escape from the problem
The mojo was back intact
In fact, after that episode, outside of the spot
Some dime honked at me coming out the car lot
She said, "Wasn't that sweet? Aren't you the boy scout?
Was that your good deed for the night? No doubt
I was about to give a drunk monk a quick ride home
If you play your cards right, I'll cook you breakfast in the morn"
Baby girl, excuse me
Are you single? Are you free?
I'm feeling you, you feeling me?
Ooh baby, this was meant to be
Like razor sharp candy
Your whole style so sweet and deadly
So elegant and sexy
I wanna feel you feeling me
Anyway, gas stations we passed, we got gas
Went on to get grub, get to know we get love
Get home, get naked, get rubbed, get dirty, get clean
Wash, rinse and repeat, nah'mean?
From fiesta to siesta to fiesta, nah'mean?
I am wicked in the bed but she was pretty mean
Had a thing for balconies and fire escapes
Glass elevators, windows with no drapes
Anyway, fast forward that night, next few weeks
With my genie of the bottle, she treated me like a sheik
What was dope was much more than simply her physique
For hours at a time on the phone we would speak 'bout
Politics, bullshit, Celtics versus Knicks
New school dancehall and old school kicks
Even Pro Tools mixes, shorty was an engineer
But one night she put a little something in my ear
She said, "What we have here is really rather unique
But I'm happily single, fully intent to mingle"
She said, "Recognize that or our future is bleak"
I said, "Shit, consider me your on-demand freak"
Baby girl, excuse me
Are you single? Are you free?
I'm feeling you, you feeling me?
Ooh baby, this was meant to be
Like razor sharp candy
Your whole style so sweet and deadly
So elegant and sexy
I wanna feel you feeling me
So okay, so we here now, so far so good
'Til there ain't no disguising, the temperature was rising
I'm realizing she cut off all her other guys
And it seemed like she was sizing me up for a tux
And I can't say I'm surprised when shorty was catching feelings
I won't front, the thought of getting comfy was appealing
Besides the good company and sexual healing
That had her downstairs neighbors banging on the ceiling
I'm sorry, I hate to play the role of the villain
But long term this ain't a coalition of the willing
She gave her ultimatum and said it was all or nothing
Respect for your position and I'm sure you wasn't bluffing
But I'm in transition, just grabbing the rebound
Self-mission, you see I made my decision
'Cause pushing the fast break could be a mistake
But see, that's just one chance I'ma have to take
So uh, yeah, long story not so long
The plot thickened but the title suggested was all wrong
So sweetheart, heartbreaker, keep in touch, stay strong
Soon enough someone else'll be singing the same song
Come on
Baby girl, excuse me
Are you single? Are you free?
I'm feeling you, you feeling me?
Ooh baby, this was meant to be
Like razor sharp candy
Your whole style so sweet and deadly
So elegant and sexy
I wanna feel you feeling me