T-Shirt

If we share body and soul, then sleep in my t-shirt fa sho Hold that, pose that, in the sack take a picture for show They don’t make em like us, we like a Monte Carlo wit 4 doors. But my bodies carved though, from liftin those bars though. That’s why you listen to my bars though They keep you drunk wit love like you went to cupids bar though In the streets, we go hard for each other, in the sheets we go hard for each other. You who I call when I’m under, you so sweet but you aint no man’s sucka You know in the streets I’m a baller like I work out at the Rucker You goin have a brotha fiendin if yo rear get any plumper. You can sleep, eat and breath on my t-shirt but after work I’m a wanna see what’s under. You won’t even dare care, because you know I’m thinkin “I can’t wait to touch her" Thinkin the same thang, we interchange so our minds in the same frame. Bowl a 300 in the same game, record holder say the same name. All in my t-shirt, so sweet make all my teeth hurt, but you know its all worth. With you, never easy so it’s all work, but play when I get the 69 page at work. We could get stranded on an island; I’d survive thin for 365 then just from see’n you in my t-shirt.