Paramour

(Ayomari)

1942 with a straw in it

You better give me something if awe in it

Car scented like autumn and

All them lookin like “who they think they is?”

Me and shorty order vegan ribs

Peekaboo

She can keep a secret too

Dan Deacon fan

Scrunchy sock

Fila sneakers

Thrift shop

The top (Ta-da)

Telfar

Welcome to my bazaar

No need for facades

I’m intrigued

Calm the breeze from the sea

A thousand leagues

Messed around, let my keys in the Keys

Kiss ya cheek in my GT

Let your cheeks hit the seat

And let that Fleetwood play on repeat

(Hollis)

Now we fallin down the rabbit hole

Crochet, paper mache

Things that we can’t say

Place we don’t go

When will it end tho?

(TiRon)

She say i’m her shiatsu massage

Shimmy shimmy ya

Wishy wishy washy you was so I uhh

Relaxed her

Asked her aspirations

Activate

Kept up conversations

Captivate

Ain’t been but a minute

But it felt like a day

Ain’t even my type

But now we typing for days

Can’t even explain it but I might just obey

Old school like Bonet

My speed like she Cree

I can’t keep a secret

Shit, I might just decree

Recreate Monet’s on your navel

We can make a novel ya ma love

Ichabod Crane? No problem

(Hollis)

Now we fallin down the rabbit hole

Crochet, paper mache

Things that we can’t say

Place we don’t go

When will it end tho?

(Blu)

I’m sure that this is exactly what bliss is

When love runs deep as any abyss is

Lyricists always get tongue tied

Anytime they try to define how fine

This miss is

Or wifey

Most likely

Highly more favored than a mistress

But don’t get it twisted like french kisses

I love you from long distance

Just as much as when you under my whiskers

Cause only someone close can know my whispers

Holding on to your pictures

Like Rothchilds hold onto riches

And you think smoking dope is addictive

Well, that’s cause you ain't hit this

This hits harder than car collisions

Speeding on beyond the limit

Your ambience put my heart in an ambulance

Cause it stops ticking when you enter into my vision

(Hollis)

Now we fallin down the rabbit hole

Crochet, paper mache

Things that we can’t say

Place we don’t go

When will it end tho?