If he only knew that he was playin’ himself,
Chasing after fiends who only care to use him for what’s external
They don’t yearn for you, just to burn you
Confuse you and use you until you are as dry as their thirst for your sex
You just don’t get it, and you may never see
For that spiritual and mental connection, you should get next to me
I just want you mind, not what’s in between
We will only get in between sheets of paper in my notebook, if you creep with me
I need you pure, with no distractions, just a mental and parallel attraction
No carnal lust thrust with us
The only thing I want to bust, is your creative bubbles, when you lay vocal after vocal
On my earlobes as I listen
I don’t want you for your sex; I see much more potential displayed
I’m afraid with all your sex, you will eventually get played
So instead of getting laid, let’s get swayed by our poetic connection
Stop chasing tail, and chase my lyrics instead and
Then you’ll finally see, with clear and conscious direction
That our lyrical bond, could be better than sex and
I don’t want you, just your godly mind
I have other suitors for those other times
I want you to vibe and intellectually combine
To send words that could molest your spine, intertwine with your soul
Our poetry so sublime
Stop wasting energy on the sick and worthless
Whore’s with no core, come get with this word shit
It’s in my speech, can’t tell me you have not heard it
I’ve been this deep since birth, bitch
You confused my concern with a yearn for you
A physical attraction is not there, I don’t burn for you
I just want to connect with our words, maybe learn from you
Our fate is alike, with the words to reach the people
I just don’t want my opinion to change my bleak view
A man should not be labeled as a creep too, and that will change the way I see you
So understand my comments are not to get you to bed
I just see way more in the man whose poetry I read
I don’t want you, just your mind, just your cerebral
One day you will realize that unlike your lyrics, it’s see through
The other chicks, just want your flesh, but really can’t see you
Do you realize what we could do to the streets, boo
This is deep, true
But you confused concern with an intimate advance
You don’t know me that well, so I’m a give you a chance
I just want your words; I’m taken care of with romance
I just want our words to relatively slow dance
Enough with the games
Stop being a hoe, and keep Your deck close in Your hands