The Art Of (feat. Robin Fresco)

Baby, I don't wanna ever have to let you go These Other bitches don't do it how you do

It, yeah That's for sure, yeah, for sure, for sure

I don't know a lot, but I know you gave me this Feeling that I never got before

We both still healing from the pain, the wounds Ingrained in the frame of our body

So we need time to accept and grow, gotta. Grow,Gotta go

No lie, I miss doing what the grown folks do I miss Your smell, I miss your touch, I miss your mind

I miss the feeling I get when I'm holding your hand And looking your eye

I miss kissing the little heart tattoo on your inner Thigh

Damn, girl, it's physics, I'm falling for you cause You got me high

Damn, girl, you got me high

Lord give me a break, I've been praying all day I know I deserve what has been coming my way

But I wished on this well when I had emptied my Bank

Now it all makes more sense and I'm pushing for Breaks

She gassing me up and then lighting the flame Thought it would go in the minute I came

Now I shudder whenever I'm hearing the name Missing my reason, but pointing the blame on Myself

Mirrors now turn into shells Leave all the books On the shelf

Your light reading might be my hell Let's put it to Rest, I'll invest in myself alone

Bag of the bone, grown sewn up These cuts ran Out of blood

But I still let head run amok When was enough Itching to call up

And let you call my bluff in the rough So tough to Get on the green

To putt on par muster up any

Courage to sever this tie

Suit yourself, I'd rather let this love die Than keep Putting distance on mutual lies

I'm cleaning my hands from the guilt, it's goodbye

First class, like always