freestyle

by j. kinky 18th November 2010, 3:21 am

im free, free to style
style free be me.
Being sweet and such a treat.
chocolate dipped eyes peanut butter thighs
little white lie kept him coming by.
He let me be free, i was free
to style and be style and be me.
I was live and alive,
a hidden genius was me
but he didnt know that i was a tad bit crazy.
Down to earth center chick
yeah he thought it was me, but if
he looked a lil harder he would notice that i am crazy.
But he playd me,
then i playd him
like he was a part of my melody
the b flat.
the key, the key that broke my heat, B!
But i was free and was not he.
She was laying between his sheet at midnight
not me.
I style a free style and that style is sorta like me.
I took him when she was deep in peace,
sleep between his sheets.
I was a slave to his lust and he wanted my
lush behind.
And that woman who sleep in peace,
didnt know her man was trying to be free.
Freestyle his style and that style was me.
But that aint me, so i let him free...
to t style his style with the woman who sleep in peace.