The Sophomores - Girls iii Adore lyrics

Yea To all the good queens, yea, with all them good jeans Chorus: VeuveRAY This to all the girls that I adore If I loved you anymore I'd prolly start a war You want a fresh man, but you love The Soph*mores You want a fresh man, but you love The Soph*mores This to all the girls that I adore If I loved you anymore I'd prolly start a war You love a fresh man, but you want The Soph*mores You love a fresh man, but you want The Soph*mores Verse 1: VeuveRAY It's brown in my cup, purple in my 'gar I'm still on the train or shotti in the car On flights to other cities smellin' like a champ does Women light the trees as well as the Nag Champa Euphoria to my nose, watch her pose in the mirror Pretty toes, read "Seed for the Soul" French toast and bacon is all a homie needed Fresh denim over some J's, mission completed Like water for chocolate, I needed you to grow But you just like the finished product, not the process My young boys will leave you shot up.. by the projects I told them to get they guap up, forget the nonsense and breathe ..breathe for homies that can't Stretch your arms for the lifers far from juvenile camps Women breathe like they're pregnant off period cramps If they miss their period they do twice Bring in a new life Be a mom, not that s*ut actin' ratchet Kids don't have tales how Mom & Dad happened no more So for fist fights, broke jaws Better than them fo' fours... won't see them no more Can you smell the coke raw? it's deep with a stench I'm a Prince, but Machiavellian with attempts Behind tints can't see me, know that I see you I might hop out and kick it with women then breeze through Like Chorus: Verse 2: Au JuS Black queen, if I loved you more I would start a war Real n***as will concur, I don't know how it occurred Was it your eye contact? Skin, plus your hurr.. that got me? You must be kin to Thomas Edison the way you shocked me Got me meddlin' like Usain Bolt, the finish line couldn't stop me From gettin' where I need to be, no need to compete This ain't a dream, baby this is destiny, feel like my quest complete Damn girl, you gettin' in depth with me Your momma must've taught you the recipe Cause now our souls' coming close We relating like we grew up on the same po'ch Let alone the same coast Who knew what relocation would provoke? I met her in New York, I met her in Miami I met her in Tallaha**ee, or was it poetry cla** actually She smoked dope and bust raps wit me She cook food and go to bat for me Our creative affairs.. exposed ancient fallacies I swear you the sh** You the type to build pyramids with You the type to take a pilgrimage with You the type they built the prototype with I just hope that when we're apart that you remember this.... This, that Chorus: Cuz you just want...more More... out of life More.... out of yourself More out of your reality, or maybe just more experience