Densely packed
Heart attacked
Yes, she stacked
I’m on her track
There’s no going back
It’s true it’s a fact
White on black
Hear the glass crack
Even in just a Mac
She look good in just a sack
Your face on my wall with a thumb tack
You being here is all I lack
Wanna live with you in our love shack
We can listen to some Roberta Flack
Our love won’t be hijacked
If it’s meant to be it’ll be just that
You and me together
Put on the door latch
We go again another game a rematch
Until we wake up like a car crash
Don’t tell my mama bout my stash
I won’t tell yours about your catch
When it’s over, you’ll retract
State you never thought we would work out
Now I’m on the rack
I can’t get back on track
To where we were at
And that is just that
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