Searching for that superfine llove
see thats the way it's gotta be
me for you
you for me
what creates night
nights full of roamnce
lovers all around us
a place for us to dance
what suited best
and dressed for impression
ah night for lovers
anwsered and questioned
Cupid put the bow to the chello
stummed ah tune for you and me
sweet kisses
me yourr fellow
I'm in love
say your in love with me
sappy sweet full of jestures
Lovers loving
in each and every measure
That Super fine love
Is what I really need
say it love really love
and thats the way it has to be
Written By Dank and Dodoole
From Swiigg Nasty and the Real Wons
Me4You
say what?
Cajuin Sookie
ya'll know this Won
Get my Oysta from
deh cheasepeake
same like
the wonz in
san Francisco bay
take both dos wons
mix em all
together
can't have em
any otta way
my pile of Bay-Bay Oysta'z
me and disk Gall
take my gloved hand
shuck'em reel fast
put the oysta in the gal
that aint no seagul no
my gallon pail is full
take my oysta to the window
weigh em'
up my gallon pale is full
I've been
shuckin in
the chicken coop
got mo' select
than premiums
shuckin in the chhicken coop
fast shuckin man
that what the lady likes
I am fairly certain that I
couldn't write a Love Guide?
I could try – after years of developing
a connoisseur-like wandering eye --
but, after all has been said
and dones (need the plural), about
my many non-wins, and, not so many,
in fact, few occasional-wons~ ahead of time,
outcomes, whether day or night,
I've never been right!
But, I can say, it is definitely not
about degrees of intelligence...or, in my case,
lack of degrees. As for feelings, losers are just
as passionate – my firsthand accounts
more, I think, love can be likened to a
horse-race: if one doesn't break a leg
or foul before the finish-line, even
last place is deserving of a trophy –
for just having been brave enough
to compete~ on blessed occasion,
finishing affectionately
with 4 feet.
I have weight on, due to a moan
Those who labour under, Striving hope
Citizen breathes with recluse
See the country's ruller, gone to be rebel
Wondering those, illusion ail
The country gone to be breakage
Seek the history, we made it fiction
Whither see the route you are, trying to fly sole.
Union wons, being a garland
Accept those man, shares drawn the ail
Explorer are unknown, about the sage
Lash out the raze, agent of rebel
Be a union of garland
Let on, make of, right drawn
Recourse the grief, for an expect
To make regin drawn, with an terminate.....