*featuring Amber Tabares
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[Amber Tabares]
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You came to the appointment, a little tiny space
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Candles lit, and burning incense
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We chilled on the futon smoking ganja 'til dawn
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Hmm, me and you, I'm feelin the vibes - baby it's on
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You showin yo' mind, I'm showin you mine
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We discussin supreme mathematics and takin our time
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Reading me with your third eye
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Baby no worry, I'm an educated dime
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See you touchin me, and I'm diggin it actin shy
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Full of smiles, we can't help it, but why?
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Through our eye contact our mindsets intensify
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Fantasizing what's under that Vokal and you between my thighs
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See, you want studio time, in and outta town doin shows
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I'm studying to be a doctor for a future, who knows?
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Listening to Dead Prez rap about "Gettin Free"
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and becoming intellectually wealthy
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Me and you discussing how to eat healthy
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All this seems to be a dream
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This young intelligent talented king sittin next to me
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Caressing my mouth with his lips
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Timing's right; oooh, I'm diggin this friendship
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By the way Boo, whatever you do
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Keep it St. Louis
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Just For You (The Introductory Poem)
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St. Lunatics |