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Coming Over

Little bit goes a long way with words.
Ayy, girl answer ya phone,
I'm coming over. Comin' over,
So make that sound I like,
That sound I like.

Shots up, blunt rolled puff... puff,
Pass and tell me all about ya life stories and memories,
I'm curious about ya feelings,
Feeling glorious when you smile,
Wait on that wondrous voice and those furious eyes.

Sing with me.
I'm coming over. Comin' over,
So make that sound I like,
That sound I like.

I'm coming over...
That's on my mind, helping me find the words to say when I get there,
Every time I look you in the eyes,
These butterflies turn to wasp as I stutter,
And mutter my words,
Scared of ya mother and father.

I'm coming over. Comin' over,
So make that sound I like,
That sound I like.

We gonna smoke up, drink up, live it up,
No one to stop us,
I'm curious of ya feelings,
Feeling glorious when I make you smile,
That wondrous voice with those furious eyes set to kill,
Making these fireworks in my chest go BOOOM.

I'm coming over. Comin' over,
So make that sound I like.
That sound I like.

Run ya lips, not ya hips, one little slip
And we going down with the ship,
Like a bad trip, I got one little tip.

Sing girl sing,
That voice ignites the fuse in my heart,
As the fireworks go BOOM.

I'm coming over. Comin' over,
Coming... mover,
So make that sound I like.
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Published: 11/26/2017
Bouquets and Brickbats
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