Seduction

I don't know man Just feels like, we're a lot different Kinda feels like, I'm on a whole different page right now than you It feels strange but uhm I guess this is kinda like, it's kinda like

I feel like I'm morphin' into somethin' that's so incredible that I'm dwarfin' All competitors better get your girlfriend in check It's psychological warfare endorphins I effect Your self-esteem shatters as dialect comes blastin' out your deck She loves me, such passion you'd expect This sort of reaction from her yet You strong arm, you're fuckin' corny, you try to turn your charm on 'Cause you just think you're Bishop The Don Juan But if you think that you're fuckin' with me, homie, you're on one I'm cockin' my head back like Ed Lover, c'mon son She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like she's fuckin' with dude, she wants son Homeboy you better get a clue She's on my dick 'cause I spit better than you What you expect her to do, how you expect her to act in the sack When she's closin' her eyes, fantasizin' of diggin' her nails in my back to this track

Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody whose as good at what I do 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you It's like a verbal seduction

Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody whose as good at what I do 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you It's like a verbal seduction

She's sittin' here gettin' liquored up at the bar She says it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you than to count the things that are There's a seven disc CD changer in her car And I'm in every single slot and your not, aww I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star And I'm not about to sit back and just keep rhymin' one syllable, naw Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up 'Cause they're just not good enough but I'm not givin' up 'til I get my respect And I won't stop 'til I get enough 'cause I'm not livin' up to my own expectations, aww That hater alarm is soundin' off, man, Obama took the bomb from my name, aww So quit cryin' that I took your dame homie, she's my dame, aww You sadly mistaken if you're thinkin' that I'm not on my game, boy And things just ain't been the same since the day that I came forth You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank boy But you got a hard on for me, what you hollerin' my name for It's your bitch on my dick, ain't my dang fault, man, I can't call it