Personal Ad

[Verse 1:] Ladies get your facts straight You tryna get backstage? Better get your back straight You tryna get your rent paid? Better get your rent saved Don’t be tryna kick game, how you been down 'fore I blown up I’m a grown up Already tryna go down, you just showed up Slow down, baby hold up I know this might seem odd, opposites commonly attract But my erection, is an exception, so if you too easy I won’t get hard That’s word and that's word to god Attention every chick that's gotta thick stacked bod Not pockets, just my nuts, that keep the big fat wad [Chorus:] Sandman seeking woman Damn leaving woman He’s who max the most, she’s the masterpiece Sandman seeking woman Damn leaving woman He’s who max the most, she’s the masterpiece [Verse 2:] This is my personal ad I'm fiendin' for someone to get up close and personal, bad Ultimately the type that me an her can make parents Hit me via satellite so we can make plans I don’t give a muthafucka if you're experienced That isn’t my concern, I can teach or I can learn Even if you got a wig or got a weave or got a perm Probably won’t make it to the church but hun you can still take a turn I’m not the cat that's tryna make it work I’m comfy in my zone, it ain’t workin on it's own then what's it worth? We can open up another condom if I cum first Any time or any type of problem we can converse I keep an eye out at my concerts Think I might start holding tryouts at my concerts Come buy an we can split the buyouts at the concerts [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Ladies let’s be honest Homeboy Sand is like a bronze Adonis If you ain’t about notes, 'cept the philharmonic Let me pretend I’m your orthodontist Sometimes I talk dirty 'Times I bone in silence I’ll be up nights writing poems and sonnets We won’t need no toys or electronics We won’t need no joints or gins or tonics We all have all sorta sorts of options From the kama sutra and other doctrines You're now playing doc with Step into ma hospital, do some hot shit No gossip No gracias God exists (what?) [Chorus]