Cordial

I won't be bitter and act bougie when I see you
What's the point?
What's happened, happened so why stay fighting with the past

I'll still smile, say hello
How you doing? What's going on?
'Cause knowing we've grown from what went down it's nice to know you're doing well

Seriously.
It may come as a surprise not every female will hold a grudge
'Cause that with you showed me my worth and I know now it did me good.

Gave me a taste of pain and hurt so I'll appreciate a man
Who wants to give me the whole world and show me how to love myself

So thank you,
And bless you too
You pushed me closer to becoming perfect for a King.

Physically Conversing

Lord, those kisses on the back of my neck

already got my toes flexing, point, flex

And God, those circles you make with your fingertips, so gentle, so weirdly, gentle.

Every hair feels you, reacts, blooms upon your touch

Locked away from the world, why can't we stay just so, brown and just 

Oh, there you got me smiling again. I can't help it. 

Ms Jackson, you knew how I'd be feeling in this moment. Couldn't give an f if someone were to walk in, I want you now.

The way we're melting in these sheets, there'll be nothing left to see but the traces of our love making.

Oops. Did I just say love? That's not what we call it. 

But what else could this be if you don't have to be inside mine to feel it all over you. 

And could lust be that powerful? I don't think so. You have me physically and mentally in awe

It's not possible to go a day without this conversation. And it starts with ours hearts beating hello. 

Sure there are more reasons why this is wrong than the ones that burn inside me saying you're so right 

But mine are much stronger than any humans dictation. 

When we're together its our bodies conversing. Stopping our time with all our words. Time that's thick and smells like us.

You ask me something. I answered.

My breath. Your touch. My temperature. Your solidity.

Then soon comes the heated discussion that rips through us. 

Up and out in vocal exclamations till we reach an explosive agreement and you hold me there.

Slow down. Lets come to our senses. 

We both lost it. 

But we loved it.

And so we can't stop talking still.

Easy.

Easy.
That's what they call her.
Even though it's obvious she's not.
She'd have had the whole crew by now and labelled a washed up thot.

She's not 'loose' and shes not 'about'
Just tripped up with a couple niggas.
They knew she had a soft spot for them but she should have known better

Would you kiss her on the forehead and say "Okay" when she says
"Not now" cause you've tried it?
She doesn't wanna lose the chance of you being down for her
Thinks the only way now is to ride it

The last time she said, "If you like me, you'll wait,"
She still managed to get fucked over
And even though its been 7 months with her legs locked
Once again, a B.A.N. has ill-used her

Let Me Fool You

Let me fool you with my smile

So my unhappiness can hide.

Let me fool you with my humor

sheltering insecurities inside.

My body, let it trick you

so you wont know of the scars

that came from the misuse of it

from the times I let down my guard.

Body Count

...once they give her that look that melts her insides

and kiss her while touching between her thick thighs 

she loses just what it was she built up the courage to say

and lets down her guard thinking 'this one will stay'.

Wale pt.2

She let's them in, not all of them

But the ones she truly likes.

And when it's done she's the first one to flee the scene at night

And Wale writes another one that tells of all the times

This pessimistic black beauty did herself wrong believing it's right

She's not in the league of these insecure 'real niggas' 

and 'bad bitches' who downplay worth

She's a queen and she don't even know it,

Maybe Wale has yet to tell her in is work.

Wale pt.1

It's Mase, LL or Trigga when she's feeling hella sexy,

But Wale is the one that strums her pain and kills her softly.

It's like with every word he says

he runs his fingers through her soul,

And makes a diagnosis in the format of a song

At first SABOTAGE made her smile 

and understand herself a little.

But BAD really got to her,

He hit home with every riddle.

Admittedly she's not a saint.

But neither is she a sinner.

When it comes to love her feet turn cold

Like every day is Winter.