Right this way sir
You’re lookin good man
How much you cost?
Yo i’m not for sale
Ill throw you in jail
That’s ok, i’ll post bail
[?]
I was chillin in the lab like a cancer rat
And i realized, some day i will be thirty
And most of my thoughts will have been dirty
That’s ok, you can’t stop your mind
It’s just that good lovin’ is hard to find
It doesn’t search for me
And grab me (ow!)
Which is why it’s tough to stay happy now
Again i don’t want sex
Cus’ that’s just gross
As if we want a man who deserves a toast
Champagne alizé can barely scream
Although i’m barely clean i can fairly deem
That worth my affections is a tall sweet guy
I can’t pay for him but i can always try
Ayy!
You wanna give him what he wants?
You gotta hit him where it counts
(it’s only natural)
You’re lookin good tonight
Come have a seat on my couch
Because another MC who wants to battle
Ill make him skedaddle, send him up the river with no paddle
I hear him call as he approaches the waterfall
“help me! i want it all i gotta stall”
This is a [?] his pleas i ignore
But time heals all sores as i release him from the floor
Pull up ashore and give him a massage
Used a metaphor to disappear like a mirage
Thoughts [?] in my head like a barrage
I’m almost ready to park my car in his garage
But i can talk the talk like life in ancient greece
But my pants stay zipped when i preformed release
Can’t believe i spend my time compressing my spine
Actively watching, passively inclined
But it gives me pleasure
And i don’t feel guilty
My hands clean while my brain stays filthy
You wanna give him what he wants?
You gotta hit him where it counts
(it’s only natural)
You’re lookin good tonight
Come have a seat on my couch
So tell me how much you want, five bucks a nickel?
Don’t be fickle i don’t need to stress
But i digress you’re looks certainly impress
He’s a penny final offer, no more no less
What’s that you say? you’ll do it for free?
All you want from me is my company?
Aw, how sweet, i can certainly comply
And try to do my best to satisfy
Hey!
You wanna give him what he wants?
You gotta hit him where it counts
(it’s only natural)
You’re lookin good tonight
Come have a seat on my couch
Be Mine was written by Andrew Singer.