Body Language (Freeverse)

If I cope with the mic, holding the waist and I'm holding it tight

Kissin' the lips and I'm whisperin' slow So dope, we all like, whatever, so mighty all night

Rewrite it, tellin' my rhymes, she says it go hard and we split up the bars

And I'm spewin' them off, so it's over your mind

Ballin', controlling and folding the lines

Drug is intense, I cut off the beat and I bleed from the nose, just know it's no mess

Flowin', I'm rockin' my head, just won't stop it, I'm cornered for problems cause I want no stress

Beloved my baby but baby compressed

Lovin', I'm divin', I'm droppin' to death The beat to the music is pumpin' my chest

You mumble and stumble, but baby, say less