Verse 1
He my king
Oh he THAT ni**a
Im drunk cuz HE iS my LIQUOR
Come CARESS my woman FIGURE
Touch of you MAKEs ME FEEL RICHER
Epitome of enigma
Understanding the agenda
Im wearing satin magenta
Put his finger the trigga
I don't think he scared to shoot
n***a bout to ally oop
We got ties like business suits
Warm me up like chicken soup
Navigate my avenues
Saturate my pixels
Isolate my mental
Love all his potential
Bold print his credentials
My dirty thoughts pollute ya
My right hand salutes ya
Observation astute
Ya hindu kamasutra
I call papa ganoosh ta
Get the party started
Pop a couple bottles
Hook
Make it feel surreal (repeat)
Verse2
He's my king oh he's that n***a
Im big deal he makes me bigger
He consolidates my picture
Touch of you makes me come quicker
Contradiction of the stigma
Understanding the agenda
Im wearing power, no pressure
He can take me any measures
I know he ain't scared to boss
n***a bout to administrate
He got rope he pulling rank
Cut up like sumbody shanked
Straight up like im pullin plank
I love em' more than lindsay drank
Don't cut me lose for heavens sake
Ill give him whatever it takes
U give me gold I must equate
How bout I put this lil thang on ya make it earthquake
Mind body spirit tho
Ain't talking just physical
Elastic love
Love is my creed
Cum in the garden
Plant the seed of miracles
Fixate on my fixture Ill render your fix
The fixings in my existing reminiscent
Of your reasons for oblidging to bells and whistling
The charm to charm me
Submissive to the addictive administration of s**ual articulation is adhesive
What up with that mind f**
I need a scholar nut
Deep up in my brain guts
So deep it make ya thoughts bust
Ya penetrating vortexes
Satisfy my complexes
Catch me when I digress
Fantasies aren't far fetched
He's next to me, I'm living in it
Kindred spirits
Kindled flames
Christened covers
And for this caboose
I call papa ganoosh ta
Get the party started
Pop a couple bottles
Hook
Make it feel surreal