[Spoken: Chai-T]
Yo, I wrote this track for this girl that I've known for a really long time. I call it "Peas and Carrots"
[Verse 1: Chai-T]
Girl, I'm hungry for you and I have faith we'll stay loves
It's a sign, Netflix sayin' watch "Eat, Pray, Love"
Guilty smile; Spud Webb - you can't deny
I ain't a Hobbit but I see a flame in yo' eye
Your Lois-Lanin' yo' eyes towards me
I guess, I'm like a superhero you invented; Stan Lee
If we play games we Crush Candy
So happy, like when-we-were kids shopping for stationary
Cause yo, we were scrapbook fanatics
No color of paper that we didn't have it
Damn, you used to plead your parents, girl
Us as kids, arts & crafts, peas and carrots
Then we'd watch the nightfall -
[the best thing to happen on my Saturday Nights in the nineties minus Lorne Michaels]
And I never told you that until today (cause)
"When i was in the 3rd grade, I thought that I was gay"
Cause I could draw, sing, dance, write cursively
But girls always had the monopoly on sensitivity
And yo, I guess they dug their own grave
While you always kept me close; Gillette shave
You got a hard-on for me
Cause (ah), I wear my heart on my sleeve
I know you, in-and-out, down-below and up-above
Plus I make a Kale Salad that you motherf**in' love:
Raisins, almonds, parmesan and
Kale and olive oil and
Apple cider, dash-a-thyme'a
Chop-it, serve-it and enjoy
Now you can make it at home
Though you'll never eat it alone
Euphemism: Serve it with steak on a bone
Yeah, just you and me
You encompa** all the character that I love: Community
Spotless Sunshine I never want to erase ya
From my mind like a Men in Black taser
When you not around I try to front like "no fuss"
But I'm a kid and you ham sandwich: no crust
A rump that knows how to serve a cold-cut
Yo! Beyonce's here? Whoa! It's your bu*t!
But not offensively
Hey yo, I would never play you like Dikembe played defensively
Cause, I only got a ride, for you
In this heart that's like a Smart Car 'cause... it only holds 2
[Yeah]
[Yeah]?
[Yeah]