Should Be My Lady
Sun on my skin
Should be my lady
Juice in my blood
Should be my lady
Sin on my mind
Should be my lady
Death's giving hugs should be my lady
They say it's 3:09
But I can't tell the time
Raspberry and more on my side
Hoping I won't see the sun rise
Maybe i'll fall off the top
Level of air taking shall stop
Finally get to meet my pops
Get to velvet of my chocolate drop
Get the reasoning for every speck of reality
Answers why the clocks are quick for some,
but slow for me
Why she's older
Society says I can't hold her
Feels like bolders
My heart's getting colder
I'm getting released into the wrong substances.
Ain't nothing but trouble and i'm loving it.
Didn't you know I can handle her?
Embrace every angle like a camera.
Unify our bodies like I had a speech made.
Everyday I wait for her to say she's running late.
Then I go to the cup
Then I go the book
Then I go to the notepad
Wanting her to look
Her fixing her hair tells me that she cares,
but she wasn't even there.
God's holding my hand
Should be my lady
Tugging to the after
Should be my lady
Greeting the lost ones
Should be my lady
Crying for pain
Should be for joy
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