Flamingo Habiscus from Project Muse by Andrew Jackson

Night life the henny on ice, I smoked something nice, I wrote precise, In hopes it might shed some light, Still I tread light, I guess its cause your dynamite, I feel inclined to write, (pause)
Twist a double wide and let my mind drive, I love you long time, my crew too live, Im dolo when I slide with you on my side/its never no prob, this things of ours is like the mob/my love is die hard, fried cigars shotgun in spotcars with hoodstars,/hood smarts to double xtra large from spilling bars/learned from my fill of scars give you the best parts, play for forever we gotta head start, champagne when Were parched, Im never off the mark sweet heart, from meek starts to becoming sharks when our soul part, let dance in the dark and hit the restart, I’ll find you always, trapped in my minds hallways, fresh Hibiscus in a vase, you face equates to heavens sake’s, shaped with grace inside the crystal stargate, uggghhhh

Whats success with out? Nothing but stress with out, reminiscing of rose twisting up sess without,
In my timberlands cold, hating to rest with out,

You’re undisputed plus your therapeutic, heavens alined with your movements, Im enticed cause I can’t computed in my head unit, love how you bloom and fine tune it, eat from your palms like a spoon an, hold you in my arms spoonin, when the storms soothing, banging of the panes of glass, Im glad we surpassed, when the globe crashed, we free at last, Im trapped on photographs and the laughs we had, until we cross path, I miss you like my better half, I love the fact you got it mapped, you love the fact Im quick to adapt get to the scratch like I pushed a pack, gave you love and never took it back, my drive is unmatched, and thats just the facts, I see your face and detach, from anything that could hold me back, you been where it at, brown sugar and cinnamon wax, Ima keep it three stacks, your all I need to combat, any attack, life’s a chess match I bet I won’t crack, I just wanna be where you at, enjoying just that

Whats success with out? Nothing but stress with out, reminiscing of rose twisting up sess without,
In my timberlands cold, hating to rest with out,

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