Pussy, Money, Weed - Remix 1

Pussy, Money, Weed,

And I don't mean,

A stoned rich kitten,

 

 

I want to see her like a vision,

even when I'm blinking,

She's on my mind like cognition,

she's I'm thinking, weather reminiscing on her pleasant singing,

or beginning to envision, her bum, hips, tit's, 'n what I mustn't mention,

smother her in affection, hold one another, tell her I love her,

as we fall under the directions,

of sexual tension while I

 

 

 

She give me brain, 5-9 tuition,

She's flyer than a pigeon,

For liers I have superstitions,

but our love story ain't a stupid fiction,

Her love alone is sufficient,

even if it's from a distance,

though wishing for a magician,

to grant me admission to where she's living,

so that I can be kissing, her on the lips,

 

 

 

 

 

Going deep when she's wet,

undersea fishing, she be under me,

sinking, into the bed,

as I'm lifting one of her legs,

switching positions giving head, intuition,

eating that pussy like it's in the kitchen,

her jar of cookies provide my nutrition,

 

 

I love her arsenal,

ammunition,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She's truly beauty, that's a given,

but won't she listen,

given her composition she should be in,

a beauty competition or on exhibition,

night and day, light and shade,

I sight her face, glow & glisten,

no way she has a skin condition,

 

 

dripping,

 

 

handcuffs & submission,

sexual expedition

 

 

I hate when we're apart, fuck fission,