Metaphor Play

[Answering Machine Recording Intro]

(Hey it's me, I'm on my way I'll be there in a little while, but um I wrote

Something you know how you always saying that I don't express myself to you

Well, hope you like it I'm gonna read it to you when you get home, see you

In a little bit, bye)

[Verse One]

Metaphor play Metaphor play

Baby, you got that picka peppa

Red devil spicy recipe with extra

Hot sauce kinda flavor

I mean if my soul got ashy elbows

Then your loving is a cocoa butter stick

Wrapped up in Jergens

Slick with some baby oil

On the side

If my day is a subway ride

Then your smile is an empty car

On the express track to my house

One little word out your mouth

Is a hundred free tokens...

Falling from the ceiling

Giving me that dizzy love feeling

Like you always do

[Chorus]

Metaphor play Metaphor play

Metaphor play

Metaphor play Metaphor play

Metaphor play

[Verse Two]

If my body is a temple

Baby

You keep it simple

Straight to the altar

Taste my wine

Ring my bells

Light my in-senses

With your flame your fire

'Cause baby

When you sing my name

You the whole damn choir

You the collard to my greens

The weak in my knees

I keep your teardrops

In my pockets when you cry

'Cause if my heart is a peach then baby

You be the cobbler and the pie

You be the sun to my cool sky

The pick to my afro

The touch up to my perm

The Erick to my Sermon

You be the needle on my record

Skippin'

Needle on my record skippin'

Needle on my record skippin'

Needle on my record skippin'

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Ohh Baby

You give me them kisses

That make me squirm in my seat

Just thinking 'bout you

Even on the bus

'Cause you my driver and my transfer

My plans for you and me

Are written in these metaphors

Metaphors metaphors

Star showers comets meteors

In between the sheets

Of night we fly

Damn baby we fly

-Chorus- X2