Your mouth smells like my jock strap.

I'm on a higher plane with brain with a flame, feel the fire, desire the same.

My perspective is a lil different 'cus im from Manhattan .

Lust is weak desire. A woman without a good head on her shoulders is nothing but a piece of meat.

You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue.

In the street, your mouth's a beak, big like a bird, and your future's bleak.

Any man without a woman is incomplete, and vice-versa she's obsolete.