Flute - Relaxation

[Verse 1: Logic] Yeah, alright, yo A couple days ago I met the illest latina Her demeanor was unexplainable You shoulda seen her Thick thighs, nice ass Body like an hourglass Didn't hesitate to break a brother Next second she passed I was like, "What's up?" To which she replied "How you doin'?" I said de nada momma But your beauty I'm persuin' And I said I'm about to win the lottery She asks "How?" I said, "Your seven digits right now" And made her smile Now we conversing And she feelin' my style I can tell by the way she talkin' That she down to go the mile Had a couple drinks Now we headed back to her place The shade of red from her lipstick all over my face I'm tryin' to hit, split it Baby girl you gonna let me get it? She said, "Hold up ok, I don't get down like that" I said I know beautiful girl But I get down like that So let me heat it up, heat it up Go crazy and beat it up "Damn papi, how you even know I like it rough?" The way you was feelin' on me When kissing revealed enough I wanna scratch you, provoke you Bite you, choke you But just a little, bite your legs Dick up in the middle "Hold up, wait a second Nigga, you gotta condom?" Come on beautiful girl of course I've got protection I stay with Magnums and I ain't talkin' Smith and Wesson I keep undressin' Girl I'm about to teach you a lesson After I hit it she says "Bobby I have a confession I think I love you!" I said " What the fuck?" Thinkin' to myself Damn, I shoulda never cut Kissed her on the cheek Hit the lights, then she fell asleep So I snuck out the bathroom window on the creep, like (The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, yo The next day, the next day, the next) [Verse 2: Logic] Yeah, yeah, yo Now I'm out the door Downtown is where I'm about to go Got a meeting with my boy Chris About a dope show So I hail a cab, jump in But so does some girl Beautiful, pretty eyes With luxurious curls I said "No fair" She smiled and said " Why don't we share?" What a success Lookin' at her chest Thinkin' if her breasts was a test She would fail Fresh tip nails Type of ass make a brother Train of thought derail As we converse I could tell that she feelin' my style Get the pussy wet That's the mission As long as she listen to my words Feelin' on the curves Only lips I'm thinkin' bout kissin' is hers I can barely fight the urge Only thing that matter right now Is these two verbs I'm talkin' me and you So fine, I'd think I'd start seeing you Her body was a work of art Like Hieroglyphics Too much detail to go into specifics Now I'm diggin' shorty Like an archeologist Tryin' a bone Searchin' for a queen to take the throne The type of girl to love And call her my own [Verse 3: Logic] I'm just a bachelor (bachelor) Looking for a bachelorette Baby, maybe you can persuade me To give you love You couldn't imagine yet Kiss you on the neck Then I sedate the pussy like a vet Got the shorty rollin' like a movie set Take her to the Rio I'm not talking about G-burg I'm talking De Janeiro Spend deñero like its reverb Expansion Couple kids running round the mansion Day dreamin' Getting ahead of my self Advancin' But, come on. girl Now come on give me love I know we just met but Romance is like a drug You know we go together Like sympathy and hugs So I write this girl A symphony And tell her that I love Her everything Girl I love your everything You know I love your everything I said I love your everything Yeah, love your everything Girl, I love your everything