Theres something bout you

Baby, there′s something bout

The way youGot me shaking

Like a seizure

No mistaking

I would die for your heaven

I could lie here forever

Every night we're together

If you′d like

I'll do whatever

She said she hate rappers

But she look at me

And see milestones

The apple of her eye

But my iPhone made by Apple

That's our phone

She grab it and take a selfie

That ass is the kill shot

We taking a long walk

With the passion of Jill Scott

Then it′s back to the chill spot

Ensuing by her going

Into a rant using that

Shocked tone and gestures

To prove in fact

Talking who I′m shooting at

Not goin impress her

If that's true then how come

I come through lay that

Glock on the dresser

And she goes from dressed up

To undressed at

The drop of a Stetson

I go to the stu

She gives me hell til

I come home

The smell of my cologne

Somewhat repel them

Nights alone oh hell

If I condone her holding me

Hostage insisting the boss thing

To do is controlling

The bondage persistence in

Offering to take off spring

To have my offspring

It′s her way or the demon

Shows in a foul manner

Hell she wants to get dolled up

To hear vows and a bell

There's something bout you

Baby, there′s something bout

The way you

Got me shaking

Like a seizure

No mistaking

I would die for your heaven

I could lie here forever

Every night we're together

If you′d like

I'll do whatever

She said she looks to transcend

But looking at me

Sends her into a trance

With a pair of kids

Where we as a pair is

Pursuing France

Where we could sit

A sunny beach

Said she went through

Bullshit at 23

I instantly thought of

That jersey Mike wore

That's funny because

Now I got a money tree

Long bread

Meant to be bought in

That Jersey Mike′s store

On Sunday we′d

Watch the game

From the couch

The crowd would get loud

And from the seats

They do the wave

As Henry takes the hand off

She crazily thinkin bout

How she'll cut a chicks

Hand off who waves at me

To add me as a cotenant

Under her roof

She may simply

Create a beef

In a standoff

With a mad dog

To say the least

My lil baby

I can′t explain this sex game

Her ex plain that's his lost

Right up until she′s pissed off

Sitting criss cross

And I got sixty missed calls

Coming out the

House to issues

Ignition light appliance

Kitchen knife in tires

This bitch is Michael Myers

No telling what this

Position might require

There's something bout you

Baby, there′s something bout

The way you

Got me shaking

Like a seizure

No mistaking

I would die for your heaven

I could lie here forever

Every night we're together

If you'd like

I′ll do whatever

She said she hates

My wrist watch it′s rocky

It draws attention to

My Alfred Hitchcock

Then she race to tik tok

And clocks me

We watched the movie Psycho

Written by Alfred Hitchcock

I dozed off and had a dream

In pitch dark she shot me

Blended Scotch Whiskey

Black and white

Watching Norman Bates

In black and white

Even abnormal traits

Coordinates with he and her

They act alike

If I don't hit it

From the back at night

That′s her favorite

I hit them walls

Then we switch to six

Second thought don't wanna

Come across as a snitch

She lick the shaft

I see what all the fuss about

I tell her you a bad mother

She cut me off there

To tell me shut yo mouth

Suggest that we role play

Using names that

We both made

Hit the weed sip of Rosay

Make believe that

We soulmates

Wait, make believe

This why I don′t deal wit

The rapper type

You think you tight

Cause you rap my nigga

Well I'm not wrapped too tight

If we not everlasting

I′ll see your ass in the afterlife