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J-Live

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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