Chi Chi’s & Bulma’s Sylvan LaCue

[Intro]
It's the last time I told the tale
I don't even know, man
Love, man
Love, man

[Verse 1]
Yeah, she had knack for brandy braids & white vans
Rolled a spliff quicker than Busta’s right hand
I told the shorty meet me at the pizza spot
We’ll get cracking there
Pop some pop & watch the cavaliers
All we saw was tribe flicks & old school Madonna tunes
Got up outta there
Hot boxed the whip without a calendar
I was two blunts deep in the passenger
Type of views on life that inspire or challenge ya
I knew I liked the sound of her but my traumas were piling up
Yo What’s your name ? What’s your interests?
Hated social media, spent some hours on Pinterest
Said she work in film but she itching to be a writer
Stories all inside her
Fantasies creeping, I’d love to be inside her
Lust monkey on my back I held it back my element
Was reframing & learning to be a gentlemen
Propping doors & stand on open sides of the sidewalk
Miami boy with East coast slurs, loving how I talk
She stole my heart before I had the chance
Couldn’t do commitment, shawty ain’t deserve the avalanche
Pulled up on me any way habits thickened, the plot changed
Higher octane, what had started out as innocent became a hot flame
Passion burning turned Love & such
Knew that I was fucking up
But fucking her was such a rush
Kiddie games, responsible actions went out the window
Let it go & focus it all could become so simple