Transitional Joint - eLZhi

Hey-hey, I like her, isn’t that how it starts?

She feel the same y’all came together but you’re now apart

Since it went sour tart, you got a coward heart

You’re never giving up, thinking all the while it’s smart

It made you ice cold cause you gambled and your dice rolled

Snake eyes that make guys play, when they twice old

And you thought that you would never trust again

Thinking they’re good just for lust and sin and not for busting in

And like the other players where they take us to their lair

Then you lay her, there’s not a special person in your prayers

Going through women, some thick, a few slim and

Busting out their shirts, others out their blue denim

And there’s a lot of fish in the sea, where you swimming

That you could fetch but wouldn’t think they were a good catch

'til one day that fly one comes along

You think of her off an R&B cut, then hum the song

And get the feeling, feeling numb is wrong

When she’s away, you miss her like when the summer’s gone

The place where this coming from is strong and you trying to fight it

Delighted, when she come around hot and you’re excited

They say you can feel real love when you first sight it

Also known as the gift and the curse silent

Get bit by the bug, coping, show a few the symptoms

You fall in love but just before you fell, you were tripping

Meaning you were slipping then you got opened

And told her everything, through your body language, it was not spoken

You out with her it’s like you never call your hoes

Give her the tallest rose, y’all hit the mall for shows

You stop going to bars where a baller goes to pop bottles

With top models and take off all her clothes

You’re still in denial but you’re building a smile

When she say she, feeling your style

Cause baby girl, you got that glow

Very, very far from a hood rat and not that ho

I’m saying you could spot that, yo

Make you wanna plot at getting her, she’s hot that show

Cause baby girl got that, got that… something special

When we uh-uh, your vessel becomes a pretzel

And when you be gone I be missing your bond

Very fond, you make a heart exist in a don

I know that you’re feeling me, it’s all inside your kisses

Said if you were my misses I would never have a mistress

You make a player want to put away his pimp cup

Cadillac, 'caine, I’ll even throw my limp up

I was in denial, it hit me like blaow

When you say you feeling my style