Lyrics Hood Love and Other Antique Things - IIIA

If I'm being honest
I'm heir to Adonis
Not modest
I turn ya body a sauna
Might smoke you out whenever I wanna
Don't need marijuana
I'm achieving nirvana
The truth is like water
We sip it slow
Only make us go harder
La petit mort
Might end up a martyr for your embrace
Look, Mona Lisa way I paint your face
No starter, you my main course
You ask if I can please you
Baby of course
My silver tongue got you shaking at the source
I got you praising the Lord
You said you feel power
Every time I make you my little
I'm young, black, insane
I can't be contained
I choose my, own lane
I was born to do more than entertain
I got Aphrodite's blessing
Whether or not you even know my name
Every time I come through it's a blessing
That you can't explain
Black playboy of your western world
The way I make you sing
Sweeter than a cinnamon swirl
Pleasure a holy thing
Got you folding in curls
I can turn I works of vice into murals
I can make you go feral
And if your girl need some good dick
Baby I'm the referral
See your lips are like syrup
And your eyes so divine
And by the time this beat ends
You'll probably just be mine
So all I got is
Some hood love and other antique things
All I got is some hood love
And other antique things