Fun Guy
This is a piece reminiscent of a time in a young mans life where he is just trying to figure it out, meanwhile lacing the track with lyrics and thought for the love of the sport, rhyming.
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It's 2022,
I remember when I was 20
She was 22,
She showed me her booty bare,
I thought I was staring at the moon,
She would get wet
Like a lagoon.
She left me tho
And I started up
With this buffoon.
I told her
I don't walk
I swoon.
She made all my saints March on in like playing a trombone,
I just couldn't leave her alone.
Call her up on the phone, are you home alone can I come over and bone?
When your mom come home?
Is your pops still out of town?
I'm tryna drown
In your love,
Are you gonna be down
We met at a club,
Danced all night,
We would rub,
Midsections,
Laughing and sweating,
Drinking and confessing
out
Our secrets
Unpacking,
A good impression
We're presenting
In the hopes of intertwining
Moans and groaning
The thing in pants is growing
Her booty
I'm poking,
To my surprise she smiling
Looking willing and down for a good drilling
Straight route down canal,
Must be in New Orleans now
Where the crowds
Don't die down
Even after sundown
She had a sexy scowl
A look
That you knew
She was on the prowl
I wonder what she doing now...
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