As steam fills the bathroom
Her thoughts linger
Her mind's going a mile a minute,
A cute angel, far from linear
No solid foundations, so she applies a matte one
Pride's a hard pill to swallow, so she sniffs a fat one
Attitude and contour, a deadly concoction
The road to riches, is a packed one
She got deadly options
Phone buzzin, her head thumpin’
Backseat of the whip, keep bumpin’
She can feel the universal vibrations
She got the whole world in her purse, but forgot her patience
Never stuck her feet in the dirt, for fear of her Jordans
Every man she run into like America’s most wanted
They in love with material, a visual that’s unreal
She in love with ethereal but appeal to the hood ideal
He said, “lemme buy you a drink.”
She on the brink, of destruction
She know he only chase tail
bit his lips
So she inhale
She gon’ let him in, but only if it’s, an emotional cocktail
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