Hindsight

She got me seeing out my third eye when I'm in her stomach

Soon as I put on my bird's eye, love is all I wanted

No longer crippled by pride, only things up on my mind

Visiting for their first time, are butterflies from my stomach

Butter pies to the face, that's a lesson number one

My heart ain't no rental space, all she wrote it's not for fun

Ain't ocean ready she gon' drown, playing catch up with a clown, slow and steady going down

But even then she let me come, and even then she let complain

No thought about her way was mundane

Athletic with the pole it's no thing

Angelic wit her foes that's pro game