Untiled.

I would hardly hold ya hands and barely be sweet to you
and if i kiss you it'll be in a fresh way.
And if i touch you it'll be in a sexual way
in public or not.

You would hardly hear from me,cause most of the time
I'll be gone and you wont find me.
But i kind of like that,cause when i come back
you'll be missing me for ever more.

I would have other girls
but maybe you'll be my number one bitch.
Just maybe though.

I'm a mystery
and you wont know much about me.
And that alone
will have you hooked.

You wont figure me out
ever.

And i wouldn't send you roses
cause I'm a grimey nigga
and straight disrespect bitches.

So therefore,maybe for your birthday
or any holiday,
you'll get fucked hard.

Then maybe after being together for awhile
I'll probably start changing.
Thats only if you have the potential to do so.
Not saying its you're job to change me though.

Maybe I'll cut it down to 3 girls
and maybe i'll start taking you out.

Maybe I'll hold ya hand and kiss it
and maybe I'll stop cursing so much and start being a gentlemen to you.

,,,well no not maybe.
I'll never be a gentlemen.

And after a few years I'll propose in a place you wouldn't even expect it
and it'll bring tears of joy to your eyes.

then maybe we'll get married
and you still haven't figured me out.

Still I'm fresh and horny like a 12 year old boy
and still I'm nasty and rude and don't give a fuck.

And just like when we were teens,
ya parents STILL hate me.

But maybe I'll change after awhile and fall deeply in love.
Then I would gaze at your beauty while you sleep
and count the beautiful eyelashes on your eyelid.

And even though their just eyelids ill still think their beautiful
because their on you and i find everything about you to be beautiful.
And then if you get cellulites on your thighs i wouldn't care.

Maybe ill text you at work like when we were teens and send lil text hearts like this
"x333"
and i know it would make you smile.

Maybe you'll be the only one i finally trust.
Then begin our takeover of the world.

Maybe get up to 30 yrs of marriage
and then ask for a divorce.

Go our separate ways

but on the down load I'll still be fucking the shit out of you
just like we did when we were younger.

and at the end of it all

I would still be a mystery
and you wouldn't of still figured me out

and then you would realize that

You not knowing who i truly am
just kept you around

so around that at our demise,
our graves would be next to each other.