STELLA’S GROOVE

Ay, ay sugar, what's your sign
Was my pick-up line of choice
Yeah, you were polite to oblige despite the pluto-sized small talk I sparked from my Honda accord
So we contorted the convos over large combos with light ice
Until daylight broke
I took the notes
You sipped the coke
Then we moonwalked it all off

Traversing topics until we touched the sun with our tongues tied
To unearthed purpose in plain sight
Without telescopes
Only telephones
To teleprompt me to propose post-grad of course they laughed
But our path was cemented
And your shape was as gentle as geometry and laced lingerie
With angles I aim to trace
And encompass

Considering cumbersome encounters
Occurred before life took a turn
But you put the gal in galaxy
And love the flaccid me all the same
Even when I’m no James Harden
You unzip my big dipper on an interstellar quest to quiver
I beg for a sliver
You come, deliver

You think you whisper, I beg to differ
We (yeah), we NASA (yeah), we nasty (yeah), we holy, you hold me (yeah)
Closely causing climaxes
Whenever backs plastered to our king mattress
You savage, you
You finty, you plenty
And I'm pleased with you bad girl Riri alter ego
But we know that

You're wholesome at heart
Embarrassed to fart
But I see art where you see flaws, so draw nine [?]
And paint the sky with your Black girl blues
Until the heavens cue our signs to align
And I’ll tend to your spine and spare time
Until ten toes curl
Baby girl

You're my shooting star, baby girl (baby girl)
You're my shooting star
Yes you are (yeah, yeah)
Yes you are