So I asked this ting "If you a flower, what would you be?" She replied "Sour
Or Haze"
Reply put me in a daze
But then I remembered she's one with this herbal life
I dont mean that workout supplement life
Its that hippie chic but love her bundles life
That just cuz it aint natural, dont say I'm not woke life
Melanin Ice Tea served to quench my thirst
Cuz I swear I be sweatin her
My monotone humor somehow gettin her
I mean you know how that shit go
Booty Rub here. Pervlife there. Keep it 100 flow
She smokes my bluntness. Even the roaches
Inhales me like I'm that real shit
I just take her in pieces like she's an edible
Cuz eating it all up might be incredible
But that after affect might be too much
She spits fire when she talking about her passions
Her fashion
Her political views
She might look like an Instahoney but dont get it confused
She got a couple degrees
Side hustle or two
Career pays the bills but her passion is where the colors blend
Or where the notes connect
Or where flashes begin
Been taken for a fuckboy ride or two so she know whats it about
But no need to beat around the bush if the lawn's snatched out
a Henny Goddess, Patron Princess, A Vodka Vixen
Pineapple Juice Papi here, you down for some mixin?
Sittin Pretty, Ting City, I need to travel
Your physical, mental, & spiritual I want to unravel.
Millions of Ting Cities out there, I just need to roam
Check out the living conditions then call that city home
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