Damn, a lover of my brother's friend
a dreamer of strobe lights flashin in and out of constellations
the lover I'd never imagine myself clinging to
a Bad Bitch that his friend introduced me to
a breath of fresh smoke she was to my life
soon as she got a feel of me, she took me into her world
a reenactment of her past lovers from 1969
her pulse moved through me as we made love in green vapors
at a rate that was never felt in an earlier space or time
I looked at myself in the mirror afterwards
to see if I was dreaming within this dream she had smothered me inside
I bathed myself in her ever-lingering scent
and then opened a window
catching the cloud that would float me up into the night
my fingers vibratin wantin the warmth in my body to spread
and a damning need came over me to sip from her soft brown walls again
and indulge myself with her muse
her muse that intends to release my tense mind into infinity
where time isn't a priority and freedom is a garuntee
Yes, she's now the lady of a lady's
a dime worth buying
such a sweet, sweet, laid-back sin she is
a habit I've come to pick up from a friend of his.