I constantly feel like flying to sea
The fact that you’re not here with me I’m sick
If only my wings would spread farther to be
My life is very perplexing cause your wick

Our love is as old as the hill on streets
There’s a thin line between love and hate here
Oh my love why do you give me bad streets
Dating for a while it’s all but a year

Can I have my gusto back I don’t like games
But then I want you to be mines again
I won’t be played with like them lames
I see, know that games will only just begin

Be better if baby bounced back by baby bee
Oh my love, my heart bang like cars hit tree