The Grown Up-Wale

They say love is the slowest form of suicide The fluid on my eye falling while I do the rhyme I try to be the guy, you think about Every night when your eyelids cover eyes Cause I'm going "I'm" rather than on "us" Maybe I'm on lust well you deserve love Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair It's been a half a year, I say we take it there 'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura A not to be a freak girl, you deserve oral And you deserve the Earth and the materials on it Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor he all from the heart of the person that's talking I pray that that's me, but I gotta be honest I gotta be a man, before I can become a father I gotta tell you that my love is true I know I still got a lot of growing up to do You say my love was going worth from a upper Blood band rushing, I'm thinking 'bout loving Highest form of affection, physical connection You should see a ni**a with an erection And I don't blame you, cause game get's swang like it ain't sh*t So for me to save it, is then you take it