[Intro]

Fresh Boy Chilling

[Verse 1]

I swear I'm damp past dry jokes

Got rags better than I got good clothes

Seen more hos than I've written good prose

And I know I could give up on those

But what comes close, stays close

Seeing your face, not foe

Has me singing notes all over again

I don't wanna say words not stuck in composure

Words not about this love portion

I mean what have you got for me

If it's not soothing peace

What have you got for me

If it's not loving digits

What I can't swear on is how I feel

Just feelings girl

Just meanings girl, musings girl

Put them in words, I call them poetry

I think you could be in my family tree

When I see it I shy away

From true willed love your way