Pussy or Personality??? by Nay Besa

It seems to me that you wana get to know the wrong “P”
The pussy and not the personality
Skip straight to the inner thoughts of my g-spot, and never get to know the my inner thoughts that make me go tick tock
My body is my temple so you know my shit stays tight, you gotta use a vice-gripe just to get it in right
You thought I would be your little sex kitten but this little panther proved you wrong, you cant just get up in it like you make a bell go ding dong
You gotta get to know me like a bomb about to take us out like zoom, cut the red or the blue ima leave it up to you; the pussy or the personality which one is your real food cause if you make the wrong choice ima send you straight to the bathroom
You see my body is my temple so I gotta let this dwendel
Get to know a real bitch cause I play no games like these simple tricks
You gotta come hard with your whole heart and soul, cause your girls not making time for no little hump and roll
Pussy or personality is the game we are going to play
Cause I don’t have time for a nigga that’s not here to stay

20 Steps Back by Chocolate

I take 10 steps forward
But just to take 20 steps back
I’m not getting anywhere
And I for damn sure am not moving on
I’m suck in your vice grip of BS
I know its BS my head knows its BS
But my heart thinks its love
This is not love
Love is warm
It’s caring
Its soothing and something I lust to have
As for this
There is no word to describe it besides misery and rollercoaster
It’s happy then sad
Up then down
Warm then ice cold
And started but never finished
People say you have to know pain before you can appreciate true love
But I feel I have gone through enough
I cant help but wonder if its something about me
Maybe the way I walk or talk just screams “nope she’s not ready she needs more heart ach”
As these tears of confusion roll down my sun kissed golden skin I ask myself “how much more can I take until I say enough”
And “how much longer until love is ready to come rescue me from the nightmare full of pain and heartache”
There are so many emotions of hate, discussed, and pure infatuation that at this point I don’t know which one to go with
Im sick of trying to make this shit work
I’m sick of feeling like I have to make this shit work
I’m sick of having feelings for you when you don’t have them back for me
I feel like I’m willing to do anything to make this work
I don’t care if I have to call you every day or leave you alone until you’re ready for me
Stay the night at your house or sneak you into mine
Hell whatever it takes that’s where I’m at
I’m sick of feeling this way
I just want to be loved again
I would give anything to be held in your arms again
I wana say fuck you
But my heart and soul are in too deep
So what do I do now??
Because I surely don’t know
I’m hopelessly infatuated with you