Freaky Square

Can I tell you some clever wordy things
Some sweet mixed with some dirty things
To be honest I don’t have a lot of game
I’m the type to get super proper when I ask for you name
Like, “Hello my name is Chris. You’re really beautiful.”
Crooked teeth showing, edge up hella sad and pitiful
“If it it’s not too much I’d like to know your name if that’s okay”
Your girl looking like, “If this bum ass nigga don’t go away”
But low-key behind closed doors I’m the type to hold it down
I’m talking about your hands while we “fool around”
Touching and rubbing places like you’re made of silk
By the time we get done the sun is up and we both need some milk