Magic Enterlewd
Look
We can make love right here under the stars
Girl, I bet that they'll hear us from Decatur to Mars
Don't know why fruit this good forbidden
Eat the whole thing and just lay in the yard
Type a shit that make a nigga wanna get angry with God like
Why it's so good if we can't have it?
I mean damn
What good is a fat ass if can't nobody grab it?
That softness what makes it hard
To find love that won't break your heart
But even hurt, scraped and scarred
Girl, you still a work of art
It's like God thought the perfect thought
And made you, Beyoncé who?
Every wish on birthday candles I blew
'Til I was blue in the face done finally came true
Listen
I know magic exist, I've witnessed
Your lips do tricks With those kisses
Disposition get switched when your mentioned
I hear your name and change up so instant
So if in fact shit just naturally don't work
Hmm, I ain't thinkin 'bout forever
The only thing that ever really matters, right now