[Hook]
She look like religion no video vixen
She a trap goddess trapping she got me in some kind of prison
I know she know she bad Ain't such an angel it ain't so convincing
Worship her cat like a n***a was ancient Egyptian
[Verse 1: Bruce Bayne]
I think she had things too in common
Cleopatra to a king Tutankhamen
Modern day Pocahontas in a Polk a dotted
Dress invaded her province like a young John smith
f** the drunk nonsense I get high with her
She live in the clouds need a ride to work
Right away I wanna spend my life with her
Do a honey moon no where by the earth
Why the f** not
You save yourself for marriage
But you can't save your marriages and go pay for therapy
, half black part white Native American
Swear she got it all she a haven of heritage
Yal still saving the dames in distress why you acting so dazed and confused
No praying for these n***as they praying for these b**hes and they can improve
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[Verse 2: Bruce Bayne]
I think I know what my type is, gotta be a goddess like Isis
She the one I don't do that for five sh**
Had her first on that before Christ sh**
Capricorn born not capably acting right
Don't wanna see kids but she see the sunrise after night
Is she from heaven should I ask her bout afterlife
Love affairs in the air Dionysus Aphrodite
African queen and then she seem so spacey
Drop from the sky the gods must be crazy
She all into me lately and straight through my chakras not shocked that she calling me baby
Not shy she confident, what i tell her so confidential
Her body a statue approximate told you that a** was that monumental
Skin is vanilla and chocolate caramel goddess so tasteful
She just a protestant probably that's why I've Been keeping so faithful
She a prototype like her race is some aryan mixed with some ancient Samarian
Keep it so good like samaritans
No body came close in comparison
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