4 A.M. [ Laundry]
It's 4 a.m right, and shit I'm feeling like, we well acquainted,
it's so much not seen to the naked eye,
I haven't seen you naked why?
But you undress every thought in your mind,
I guess I'm easier to talk too, than it is to let me inside,
your soft vaginal,
I'm in love with your body,
but woman there's no pressure,
I appreciate every gesture, of intimacy,
why must every baggage come with extra,
and still lack efficiency..I swear this shit is killing me...
not knowing how you feel about me,
guess I could just ask,
but I don't want to know ...