Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Love story

Now baby you're the truth so I'm just being honest
You treat me like a queen so that's why you're my highness
That means king, it seems I've known you for the longest
Funny how we connected on the low like Vonage
Over time, we gon' be fine, like wine
And I'll never put another over MINE
And I aint tryna blow ya head up like reefer
but we got chemistry to the point we need a beaker