Gypsy

I can not think
Keep barking at stink
We ain't in sync
Think I'm on the brink of rage
I Know you see them bundles of tree
So spark it for me
And consider my little dose of sage
I I been going coo coo for puffs
But not coco
Maybe a four loco
Maybe a piece of tho tho but
I suppose a must
All might fold if trust
Don't get hold of us
Oh wait hold the bus
I get
Gypsy
After I get tipsy
Miss me with all of that you miss me
But
Kiss it talkin behind it kiss me butt
Strictly chucking my duce cus it's
A dub
Chuckin the duce cus it is up
Chuckling with you cus this was
Love
Struggling until we get it up
This ain't us
Maybe this is
Twisted can be untwisted
Don't fix it if we already fixed it
Don't kick shit if we already kicked it
Conflicted
It could all be so simple if we listen
Audacity to let you pass on me
I don't got that
I ain't built like that baby
The boss of me I like ya grasp of me
But I fight back
Cus I ain't feeling right lately
You see how I make shit happen
With no distraction
It took some time and
I won't say sorry Miss Jackson
Cus I just needed a piece of mind
Your baby is now a lady and dances
Circles cus she ain't shy
Your baby just drive me crazy romance can hurt you and make you cry
Her eyes striking like lighting is she
Madu du du
Dusa what you tryna do uh
I'm stuck like glue glue glue
Shoot yah yah shot basket open
You better shoot shoot shoot
Flag down a star like me baby you
Must salute lute lute
Che Che kofeesa
Kaka shee langa
I like they way you bend
Hey nice to meet ya I like your features
Can we be more than friends
I am a sweetheart I got a weak heart
Don't be fooled by the timbs
Mm
Mek pussy beatbox talk about deep
Thoughts then again it depends
I get
Gypsy after I get tipsy
Kiss me cus that just might fix me
But
Spare me with all of that Britney love
Scared me the way your hand fit
Thee glove
I bet I can't get enough
I guess I'll just call it love
And even though this is tough
This ain't love maybe this is
Mm aye
Chucking my duce at Madusa
Whatchu gone do to me
Che Che kule I might spray cus
This shit is new to me
I can't get over the way that you keep
Pursuing me
Now I got you
I can not think
Keep baring at stink
We ain't in sync
Think I'm on the Brink of rage
I know you see them bundles of tree So spark it for me
And consider it my little dose of sage I I been going coo coo for puffs
But not coco maybe a four loco
Maybe a piece of tho tho but
I suppose a must all might fold if
Trust don't get hold of us
Oh wait hold the bus