MidaZ the Beast - Jane Doe lyrics

[Verse 1] Today's forecast Sunny Skies, low humidity Chance of rain, No I'm up while the city sleep These the ones we don't see too often We gotta thank God When we grab these off him My lady's been ignoring me A little for days So I'm trying to get her away I'm thinking stroll on the beach Maybe a walk by lakes With sly smile Every time shorty talk out face My little lady so thin she fine But thick enough to bake cake Make shins refine Feet on yup The French toes Shorty keep on stepping Hard body like she sleep on steps She stay on Simmerra In a small apartment with her mom Miss Allah Who's only handicap Is a missing arm Sweet old lady With a bad a** daughter The kind of woman You would never catch past Florida Look the circumstances Which I met her under was strange On her cell phone At a parking meter with her purse open Searching for some quarters She could use in exchange For her car to remain For more extended a stay I'm on the street bird watching Trying to pick up a stray When her bag dropped I bent to help her pick up her change What's your name?... Nice to meet cha Your friend got you looking Almost good enough to eat cha I'm a creature for the feature Most pronounced on black chicks The kind of a** crafted From stints on catfish When she pa** And your head spin backwards And she don't even got be so attractive We struck up conversation And took it from there Fast forward, months later Our relations rare We did it all Used to meet at the mall During lunch breaks With some steak and corn on the cob Jog at the park with her dog Then holding hands by trees Around the time leaves started to fall Show up at her job with roses Take her to Build a Bear So she could craft something for self Champ of my heart With no chance of losing the belt She's so beautiful The good looks improving her health So maybe I'll take her to a movie Or go into something Seen as equally as groovy I'm thinking she's perturbed Cause the word is I'm too weak And for the last two weeks She ain't seen the true me Time for the Real McCoy no decoy I'm about to have her head spinning No B-Boy Sweep her off her feet Stab her with some punch drunk loving A fatal attraction worth dying for Wait there she go coming out of work She sees me And does a hand motion like follow Interesting All right I'm getting in my truck 2002 Expedition Eddie Bauer model I wonder where we headed I guess she felt the same way as I did It's sad our communication deeded She probably planned a surprise Much like I To fix the problem in which we both lie How astounding That her surprise and mine coincide But why the hell she driving so fast She swerving in and out of traffic Like a mad witch And I'm trying hard to stay on her a** She trucking wildly Speeding through red lights I'm hella confused worried Like what the hell is wrong with my shorty She whipping around corners Traveling through school zones With kids around Doing about 140 But I'm closing the gap Trying to watch as she pick her move Cause if she hits that wall on the left I'm a hit it too!