Cavalier - Malaki, Jeorge II

Ripped jeans, lips clean with a slim bean

Seen this little lady in a grim scene

Kept her wits clean and her smile tight

Smile from eye to eye

Sips the fortified wine but In four to five I might try

Bacardi and coke and more wine

Move sharper I spoke «you got the time?»

No tick, just lay, talk slick, «I'll pay»

She stays for a second I reckon

Bitter decisions with a twist of lemon

Spit religion and heaven

Hip hop and politics

She let me watch as they contradict

I check my watch, it’s time to dip

I go to sip, she leans to kiss

I’m focusing, I reach her lips

Noticing another dude take my wrist

I fake a switch, my faith has dipped

I wish

Swift kick as he takes a swing

I’m not looking for a fight, I’m just doing my thing

Throw down my drink, slow down he spits

«Mate you haven’t got a chance if you mess with this»

Rough accent, gold on his wrist

One to many pints of the masculine

Masked emotions through his past within

Atlantic Oceans couldn’t pass this kid

So instead I pass a wink, a dimpled cheek

Better be a pacifist than let devotions leak

I’m passed this shit don’t pretend

Come and kick it, go tell a friend

Go tell a friend

Come around

Won’t you come around

Secrets that you keep

Can’t leave them in the clouds

Easier to hurt

When you haven’t found

What it is you need

Darling settle down

Come and kick don’t tell a friend

Make u see stars like Michelin

Bitch I’m the plug no middleman

You be the socket I stick it- (uh)

I’m flirtatious, audacious, got status

Baby let me skip a couple bases

Goodness gracious, my bed is spacious

Let me see you on a one-night-basis

We accept the love we think we deserve

One night, same bed then adjourned

No fights, no affection to desert

No fights, no, no, no

Don’t' give me no look of shame in the same vain

My libido I was trying to maintain

And your ego courage off the vino led you to the C note

Baby, I won’t take the blame

She see the gold, you like the fleece

Ye might sell your soul for a piece

Ye judge a nigga like police

And bitch you a centrefold, a masterpiece

Ain’t no one gonna say no

To a face like that and a figure like «damn she thick»

And that booty like playdough

So you can give me two cents

If you let a nigga touch your lips

But you can’t love me

Fuck that shit when a nigga can’t love himself

Probably do it for the money

Buy you a lot except two things: love and health

Here’s that news, nice guys lose

Machiavelli said it, walk in his shoes

No regrets it’s the life that you choose

Fuck your feelings I ain’t paying no dues