Open Hands

[Verse 1]
Yo
Stand still, my lock keep droppin on my heart just like an anvil
This chicken that I met, she didn't Camfil
Monotony plots, it's gotta be stopped
To oughta be rawnchy with it, taught any twat
Equally, the sequel seems to be systematically
Sythentically jolted with watts
Allergic to the shit, born in with spots
(Ay, ayo) Enter this
Crush your shoulderblade zone, one state was hazardous
Extracurricular texture, meticulous sex
Your neck's a collection of extradose off
Venomous nectar
This she-heckler contaminated my animation
Sharper than sheet metal
In the heart of the ghеtto, kids, I'm restin with the she-dеvils
Receivin the clutch in 2 hoods for speed pedals
Receivin the goods from these stunts, the shit settles
So I ask you, either in Corinthian, Thebes, Matthew
Do I gotta get up baby, and cold bash you?
Because the love, for me, is so bazoo

[Chorus]
Through all the intricate shit that we been through
Blood types fit tight, we were so cool
And far from one another, baby, we roll like crew
Here I am
[x2]

[Verse 2]
I raise my hand for major wackness
Something to acknowledge, my ex-girl cut me up like a cactus
I use the ex, because she was a factor
Splattering my heart across the dialtone, now I'm all alone
(Girls used to do horrible shit to a nigga...)
The series of moans came straight from the diaphragm
Man, my feelins got sliced like it was a can of Spam
The word I used was "damn," she said she didn't know me anymore
She said "strangers linger in dark alleys"
She had a problem with me rallying with my cats
What's up with that? You give me negative crap constantly
Baby, giving me my licorice
Running me through the dirt, I'm sick of collecting herb samples
For example, threatening with these ex-boyfriends
This relationship a hassle, but my heart says "sike"
Because I want this cheese in my life
Hypeness, arguments, lead to nothingness
Mental breakdowns, yo, the shit is gettin thins
Caressin my jibs with her lips
Ooh ooh baby, I miss the sexual trips
The object the opposite sex, shooting doodoo
Taking effect like voodoo on the mass
If she was a male, I think that- (hold up) I'll pass
Is it a lot to ask, for something nice to last?
The broads, I prefer with no clothes
Mr. Aura mingles with more singles that Pete Rose
I gas chicks up, wanna drop fat loads on a nigga
Bing! Exposed to mildews and molds
That shit is getting old
Word up

[Chorus]
Through all the intricate shit that we've been through
Blood types fit tight, we were so cool
And far from one another, baby, we roll like crew
Here I am
[x4]

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