Mathematics - King Toast Queen lyrics

[Intro: Johnnie Taylor "Ain't That Loving You (For More Reasons Than One)"] But I love the way... that you carry yourself... Even love the way... you wear your hair... Ain't that loving you' (Ain't that loving you') Baby, ain't that loving you' (Ain't that loving you') Baby, for more reasons than one... [U-God] Roses are red, violets are blue On one knee s**ing your hips, up in your poo, boo Got a flu, cuz I'm loving your candy lips Tight as a glove, when we lock, understand me, miss We made love in our socks, Hawaii was our last trip Water splash the a**, right between the rocks Dreamy fox, your hard nipples, yo, I kissed them As if a spring fountain came running through like sprinkler systems Your eyes twinkle, I'm your victim Your hot jacuzzi love, unplugged, Stephanie Her pops, don't like black people, that's why she left me Especially, f**ed me, test me, then stressed me [Buddah Bless] You got some tig ol' bitties, you every bit of pretty You come from Cak**ac, or just to see me in the city You got the oh my goodness, you got the oh my goodness You bootylicious, ma, your doggystyle is oh my goodness I see your nipples peaking, I got Victoria off the hook No she telling every local single secret You sweating and you moaning, I'm wetting and I'm grown in I'm biting my lip, ma, your head game got me zoning Wanted to thug you at first, now I love you the worst Every man in his right mind, wanna f** you on Earth Your fragrance got me floating, your patience got me open The type of dame to give you brain, playing video games and smoking Forever and a day, my love song, my babe The love jones'll stay, when you love zones a way Forever and a day, love song, my babe Love jones'll stay, love zones the way [Interlude: Johnnie Taylor "Ain't That Loving You (For More Reasons Than One)"] I let love slip away... Now all that I can say... Is hear the toast to a better day... [Masta k**a] This is King Toast Queen, we touch gla**es Sipping the finest imports, burn murs and Love Supreme [Solomon Childs] Peace to my forefathers, stories of King Solomon Autobiography, momma, this is my reference Been up north twice, avoided the pins on the last setting Ghetto cambaret, watered down charteney Not only brought up, aknowledge yourself Momma said you my boy, so avoid the negative ga**ing Ain't no future in flashing, everyday struggle, who asking' I live amongst snitches, who love when po-nine kept Who was in the projects blasting, old timers Whispering how I'm a dead man standing, a star of the track heads Pushing stolen video parts, God body, but still love criminal parts The girls ate pork, all winter then had a**es in the summer Millionaire dollar run-up, rolling on the roads that Allah paved Word around the hood, Mary J. Blige would say Solomon Childs, ghetto celebrity, top grade, nuh... [Outro: Johnnie Taylor "Ain't That Loving You (For More Reasons Than One)"] I let love slip away... Now all that I can say...