Grab Bag Intimate, Pt. 2

She so classy, move like my favorite dream
Another nighttime plot, another chance to scheme
Her Carmelo skin tone got me acting a fiend
But I’ma tell you what she just told me ‘cause she was already
With it, split like she already committed
Now she can’t choose. I done seen her cake dudes
I done seen her break chicks. Why I’m on the list? Flesh just another
Poison—how did I get doped up? Laying low
And post-up clocking. She dope as fuck
Now listen here. I told her, «I'm no Man of the Year
But I guarantee to spice your life,» and I ain’t stutter
Put a little splash of color under your covers
Played it real smooth and, soon, she discovered it was
Fact, no fiction. Complex vixen
Conquer that tension with climax friction
Now did I mention she like boys and girls?
That’s called cake and box of chocolates, but nobody
Profits on the love. Level, won’t settle just
For one that’s limited ‘cause she want benefits
Grab bag intimate lost that innocence
Trying to get it back, got her running with
A pack. Cover Girl cover pain—that's the way that she
Reacts