Lyrics Text Message Confessional - Pariah

She had milky skin like rye bread
The combination of her nice head and thigh spread
Had my eyes bled bright red
Her and I were tight friends
Good conversation; She always knew what I was sayin
We was compliant in silence
I liked gin
Her more herbivore, vegetarian burnt ends
Snapshots of our life through a white lens
We spent most nights in
Lyin′ and vibin'
Getting her wetter than Leviathan
She was enlightenin′
I guess I was stiflin'
She couldn't take idlin′
So she turned cold cryogen,
Why are you crying again?
Sighin′ and spat so much fightin' it was tirin′
Like recyclin' rhymes when cypherin′
I was blind to the signs and that's kinda why it end
On account of my lying
Just wasn′t the right timing

She was a pretty little ditty like a lotus flower or a Lily
We only had one night in Bangkok city
But what she said will always stick wit me
She said silly
You're a dangerous man
Never change your plans
Stay slick with hands like Crisco'd pans
Thank you ma′am,
Wish I could′ve tamed that damn!

All my ex's live in text messages
It′s hectic, I'm restless, wrestlin′ wit my stresses
Selfish confessions over studio sessions
I'm adding up way too many unanswered questions
Rewind my mind to those times
Goddesses and dimes always on my mind
Lights shine lime when I rhyme prime
This love of mine I′m trying to find

She was quite handsy, never a nancy-pansy
And oh man g that fanny, damn, sheesh!
Voice candy, moist panties, choice ham meat
In a damn week had me on my hands and knees
She made her man, b, in the days of straight whammies
Helped me plan schemes to conquer land and seas
Shawty was my beautiful soldier
She picked me up on wounded shoulders
Sat me right next to two booming boulders
I tried to hold her, coach her, or mold her
She was the Scully to my Mulder
See, we was tethered-two birds same feather
Weathered whatever weather whether together or not
Less on than off, but that's just the cost of love lost
She helped blast me off
Now she gassed off the fumes of the exhaust

All my ex's live in text messages
It′s hectic, I′m restless, wrestlin' wit my stresses
Selfish confessions over studio sessions
I′m adding up way too many unanswered questions
Rewind my mind to those times
Goddesses and dimes always on my mind
Lights shine lime when I rhyme prime
This love of mine I'm trying to find

She was more Incorporeal, behind the porthole holed up
Figaro; doko wa Dora
She was sweet and intoxicating like a whole load of flora
Beholden the golden aura
I was arriving she was going
An imposing omen, alone Olaf was so frozen
I reminisce on tenderness and recount lists of things I miss
Her pretty face and her wit
Her greatness,
Allow me to pontificate this
Forgive me for my lateness
This is my belated ′Thank ya miss'
She was my Mother Mary figure
I loved her fairy fixtures
Took her word as scary scripture
She helped get the flow a butter dairy mixture
Silky and milky she still says she misses me
All I miss is the Ms′. Kisses G
All I miss is the Ms'. Kisses G
I just hope she really still misses me...