She makes me think things th-th-things that I want to th-think
Like blink blink
She responded to my text with a wink
And I got less sense to give
Then I’m sensitive
So I stress the best kid is the next to live for her
More or less I’m impressed there is
A living woman in the world who ain’t moraless
But a door hits
Closed when I get too close
So my throat gets confo’d
And my words no spoke up
Roadblock, she guarded
Trust not, she parted
From me, dummy
She thought of excuses never to love me
Plus I’m young and she questions maturity, Resident fits
Somewhere left of adulthood a little toward adolescence
Beautiful is her presence
Making me lose my balance
She can keep walking from me but
Man, I love a challenge
Shame shame
She in with a lame, lame
Fa sho
Never could be the same do the rest compare, no
She’s so hot, so cold
I’m lost in her tone
Talks on the phone turn to walks alone
I toss and turn upon this bed concerned
That she and I baby, could never work
She’s so hot, so cold
I’m lost in her tone
Talks on the phone turn to walks alone
I toss and turn upon this bed concerned
That she and I baby

And so I keep tryin tr-tr-tryin
To pursue her with interest
Might, stutter a line with enough p-p-persistence
Put her head on my shoulder
My girl in that instance
Then she back to the same bit, speaking resistance
Okay, see the play-by-play
Wearing heels they black stem
To match them
Legs they stack them
Top torso more so to trash compact them
Too much junk in the back end
Must relax then
Back when
Her hair wasn’t brown
It black then
Light complected
Yet baby is black-skinned
I’m so caught up but she won’t throw back
Because her issues with trust they deflect my tactics
Crass girl, so skeptic of this romantic
Baby just think it over, I can’t be branded
Lame, lame, when really the game, game
Fa sho
Never could be the same
Do the rest compare
No
She’s so hot, so cold
I’m lost in her tone
Talks on the phone turn to walks alone
I toss and turn upon this bed concerned
That she and I baby, could never work
She’s so hot, so cold
I’m lost in her tone
Talks on the phone turn to walks alone
I toss and turn upon this bed concerned
That she and I baby

You know, you need to make your mind up, make your mind up
Make your mind up, make your mind up
Make your mind up, make your mind up
Change it, confused
Baby girl, that’s what you do
You need to make your mind up, make your mind up
Make your mind up, make your mind up
Make your mind up, make your mind up
Change it, confused
Baby girl, that’s what you do

Okay, you spend a lot of lines, lots of rhymes to remind us
That this is all because I wasn’t making my mind up
Well hold your narrative, baby boy, cuz your time’s up
Don’t act like you wasn’t playing and getting me psyched up
Talking about you too good to be true
Had me wondering who’s been loving you
If you play me once, then it’s shame on you
But if you flame me twice, well now it’s my fault too
And I ain’t trying to be to blame for my own pain
Don’t want to play fair if you rigging the whole game
I told you I was with it, ready and stimulated
Them shots was in the dark, but still I reciprocated
I see how you reserve what you got in your reserves
I know you thinking that any minute I might curve
Dang
I guess you just protecting yourself
But you can keep it all lukewarm for someone else
He’s so hot, so cold
I’m lost in his tone
Talks on the phone turn to walks alone
I toss and turn upon this bed concerned
That he and I baby, could never work
He’s so hot, so cold
I’m lost in his tone
Talks on the phone turn to walks alone
I toss and turn upon this bed concerned
That he and I baby could never work

Yeah
Rhymer/Educator
Nitty Scott, MC
Come on