Look,
I'm not trying to have sex with you, I'm
just trying to impress you with this text I use
you know, maybe get you enthused,
in the mood for all the lllooovinn-ingg...
words I'm singing to you out of tune,
that's right, I keep it true, I'm no crooner,
just the average Joe(L)...
well alright, I guess, I'm just a lil' more smoother,
maybe a lil' more cooler
maybe just a lil' too used to
getting the girl, see I
never had to chase much in this world, but I
gotta put on my running shoes just to get next to you...
like you think I'm just tryna get in your pants,
you didn't even give me a chance
the way you two-step to the left like I was asking for a dance,
I just want to relax between your poetic lines, maybe
get behind your front, try to see whats inside
those eyes that have drawn me in like an add-on character,
I told my boy, 'aye yo, I wanna engage with her life,
make her mind my wife...buy her a ring to put above her head
...so the whole world can see how she shines...'
but aye, look,
I'm not trying to pressure you into some kind of relationship, I'm
just trying to assure you that I'm ready to establish a romantic permanence
of emotions, set to compliment your worth and promote your words
'cause the way they move me, my love for them is reimbursed,
puts me in check when I don't come correct, but don't get me wrong...
I cum correct
nevermind...she rights me wrong, when I speak out of context, and
like a spelling contest I'm breaking down her verbals,
trying to define her rhymes in time to even the scoreboard, see
I pronounce love 'love' she pronounces love 'luv'
and in overtime she revises the lines in her plays, while
I'm just trying to complete a single pass her way, but
it's deflected, an interception in our connection, but
like a good sport she supports my wifi dependence, and it'll be a
lie if I told you that, to me, she's nobody special, that I
haven't spent the night counting all fifty-three of her body's freckles, and
that I don't love it when she tickles my neck with her lashes, blankets
my skin with her soul's warmth, as the night slips past us, and it'll be a lie
if I was asked if...I love her?, I don't love her...I
Just appreciate her words,
the way she presents herself she's deserving of an award
the kind that shows broadcast live worldwide,
tributing a twelve-minute scene
of all the admirable things she has achieved, but
on the real...she's the kind of girl I wanna commit to,
the type that I'll embarass myself when I admit to
thinking about her when I know she's not feelin' me,
just the guy that'll compliment her and boost her esteem, but
she's already the highest, most steady flyest chick I ever met,
like 'damn, she'll be the one to leave my heart a mess'...

...I don't know, I ought to forget her like a right answer,
this is just a waste of my notebook paper.