I swear I use to think it’d be more complicated/ lookin at u er day like she can’t be fakin/get to starin in yo face..contemplatin/ how u look me in my eyes , I get my confirmation…. Y dis not more compli-cated/ can this be real ,can she not be fakin/ when she come round , my heart get to racin/ like when we teens in the cut somewhere hangin out/gettin close touchin up , a lil makin out/ but this different, grown, genuine , I can tell/ cause we both don’t like fake , we stay real asl /if she slip, bet I’m there and she never fell/I just kno she’d be there if I needed help/ No need to tell me she 7ove me ,she make it felt/eat up the cat Suttin nice , imma make uh yelp/ beat up the cat Suttin nice i might leave welp/er time I touch on that thing imma make it swell/7uh ya skin, it’s ya texture , your natural smell/…7uh er thing bout u ain’t hard to tell / rather see u in ya birthday suit fuck channel/