Shooter

We was ona dinner date she ordered Chardonnay I ordered minute maid
Had a wood the whole time cuz her leg was like a inch away
Staring in her face she kept a smile thought I was innit mayne
Still can feel those lavender kisses like it was yesterday
Lot to say our conversations growin more intricate
Tryna find a way to finagle a fuckin escapade
Pouring out her problems told her I could be that getaway
Got me back up in her place no wasted time just penetrate
Feelings we incinerate my dick was best friends with her face
I almost fell in love until she hit me with that getting late
My face dropped I can't believe she tryna say she needed space
Well actually I couldn't stay because her man was on his way
I threw my pride on and laced bak up my dignity
Drove home with nothing on my mind but "is she feel in me?"
Thought myself to sleep awoke the next day in disbelief
Tried to dial her up only to hear the disconnection beep
Oh well hopefully il see her in the street and hopefully we'll get to speak
I'll show her how shit 'posed to be
Hopefully she'll speak back and hopefully come home wit me
Matter fact I'll practice now approaching with integrity