Verse 1:
Every day when I wake up in the mornin
Whether bright eyed bushy tailed or yawnin
I look at you and I know I’ll put my all in
Hear your voice callin me back into your arms and
I roll up from behind, behind 
lie on my side as I clutch you by thigh
pull you close till my chest touches spine
Yes it’s devine I’m eruptin inside
You do me like the wind does the chimes
Without you there’s no point to my life
you make me sing your the string on this vi
olin…ole, I roll with you homay,
I wanna be wit you u u and u only
envision you in different positions like monet
we get jumpin like the circ de sole
ok, it’s time for the go way on the do’way


HOOK
there were times in my life when I didn’t know what to do
but who..  who woulda knew you
you’d be by my side down to ride everytime
in my life kid
there were times in my life when I felt real lost kid
but you, know matter what cost kid
you’d be by my side down to ride everytime
in my life kid


verse 2:
Baby girl the way you smell like a Rose I’m convinced,
That even in your toes that it smells like this
I guess it just matches your skin
the way that you blushin right now is a sin
the way that you rushin to pretend to your friends
that your man - skip didn’t do it again 
[“ I hear you tell em”]
it’s probably written bout no one in particular
[look girllll] - such a thought is ridicula-us
right now when I flow all I picture is us
go for what you know and I’m stickin with us
when you gotta go I get sick in my guts
untill you come back I be thinkin bout us
everytime that is spit I admit it’s us
everytime that I’ve written a hit it’s us
everytime that I rhyme I’m obliged whether subtle sly or implied I won’t deny it’s us


V. 3
Girl wit you I wanna live forever
I hope you love your skip forever
cause you don’t I’mma flip forever
but if do I’ll write you hits forever
The way that we go like a bonobo
Vertical vertigo make me act bozo
hop aboard and row row row,
my banana boat to acapulco 
I could poke holes in the bottom of your boat cause
daylight come and I don’t wanna go home
loco   for the booty like yo ho ho
and a bottle of rum with some coca colo
dance so slow to your own solo
pull you close cause I wanna grope mo
grow with you till the old folk’s home
kicks us out for the way that we freak on the floor