Rendezvous

RENDEZVOUS

I grab the keys up off the hook, its so ironic cuz i’m hooked

She plays the keys and reads me almost like a book

I go outside and spot the ride; i take a look

Then speedily, I clear the passenger’s seat and begin to book

What am I after? I’m realizing this chapter could be a sentence for me, and this period’s got me beat

If I don’t turn the page, I know this leads to the end

But I can’t stop, so I send a text and say I’ll be there in ten

And my intent is fueled by discontent

I contemplate what I’m absorbin’ as I U-turn up on Corbin

Then I turn left on to Saticoy and satan be like THAT A BOY

Man I’m trippin, I know that I should repent…but…

I can’t control it, this lust inside is growing

So i turn right onto Tampa, then i turn left on Vanowen

I show no signs of slowin although every light is red

What’s going on…God’s telling me use my head

Tires peeling as I pull up to her house

And she walks out, wearing her favorite revealing blouse

We both know what’s going down, nigga she never nervous

She wore that shit on purpose, she love when I start observin

I almost started swervin before I parked the car

Then I hop out, and I ask her what she wanna do

I had borrowed the rendezvous, I’m thinking we can rendezvous

I mean really its just us two, its whatever we want to do

So we both hopped into the backseat, exchanging body heat

Its hot and heavy, things are getting crazy

But I’m a preacher, she’s a worship leader—both believers

So we stop short of sex, we don’t want…babies

But, no matter how much we pray…

It doesn’t really take the guilt away

There was an awkward silence as i dropped her off at her house, because we realized that we got church tomorrow