Wake up
Green everglades
You have really soft pears
Anybody ever tell you that
It's true though
Your pears are so soft
You're so raw
You're so raw
Your pears are so soft
You're so raw
You're so raw
GIVE IT TO ME
RAW
RAW
Yo babydoll, you talk a lot
I love it all, and if I fall
You pick me up, it's so nice
Too indecisive, enlightening
I'm ripening to your blood-type
You might be a bison
Energetic, poetic, girl what's your fetish
You not synthetic, kinetic, we stay in motion
I'm apathetic, pathetic, I know this
I'm sorry girly, ganging up on your emotions, like this
Like this
I missed your phone-calls
Rather you get lost
Cold, so Robert Frost
I'm just not the one
I missed your phone-calls
Rather you get lost
Cold, so Robert Frost
I'm just not the one
I need some keys on this
Waxed out
Waxed out
Waxed out
Waxed out
Waxed out
Waxed out
Waxed out
Waxed out
Running through an 86' with my baby-fist
Give me lady kiss, like I'm ridin' horses
06' Used to be the year for conscience
It's nonsense, relentless fondling
Re-kindled flames
Re-kindled flames
Re-kindled flames
Re-kindled flames
Re-kindled flames
Re-kindled flames
Running through an 86'
Running through an 86'
Running through an 86'
Running through an 86'
It's true though