Toothbrush / The Force George The Poet (Ft. Jacob Banks)

[Toothbrush]

[Intro]
Venus fly trap mate, there's nothing worse than them
That's what I'm thinking, waking up at her's again
Babe's a fucking perfect 10, gave it up the first attempt
So fluid you would think it was a rehearsed event
You gotta wake up and excuse my aura
Why do I make up an excuse to create distance just to later make up an excuse to call her?

[Chorus: Jacob Banks]
Good lord, just let me see tomorrow
Good lord, just let me see tomorrow
You don't love me no more baby
I'm gonna sing you a love prayer

[Verse 1: George the Poet]
To work it out you don't need scholarships to colleges
I think she knows, but to acknowledge it's just politics so what is this?
It's a game called rise and shine, let me show you;
I rise, you shine
She laughs 'cause that genuinely is my most romantic line
I suppose it's necessary to set that tone
I have a wash there and brush my teeth when I get back home
And I hate doing that shit
Scared to see someone I know on the way in case they force me into a game I don't want to play called small talk
But expectations are the tall sort, could fall short
It's exciting knowing that you rushed at first
But, now it makes sense to leave a toothbrush at hers
Now a toothbrush is a visual signpost that will stick out like a sore thumb when I'm ghost
We both know I'll be back tonight
She's not a drama queen; she's acting right