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[Verse STS] She the type that dig leather jackets and leopard prints Swear she smells like an angel she must be heaven sent The only band that could make her dance are the elements I'm talking Earth, Wind & Fire She ain't that ignorant ratchet type that Juicy-J would like I copped [[[???]]], and [vintage?] [shinelle?] I paint these images well, love every minor detail Or why she finer than hell Hate to compare you to such, why do people do that --oh well It's just a saying I guess, but I keep paying I guess [[Counting on the idea that some may suggest??]] [[??]] he crazy as hell He think that love will prevail This ain't no motion picture, n***a, most relationships fail Well so did Edison, Jefferson, Issac Newton as well He ain't inventing no wheel This ain't the bending of steel It's just controlling the urges, man, I've been blessed with freewill Though a man can also choose to believe that destiny's real Hope this how destiny feel