Best position, but stressed in trippin' Blessed with living, but depressed when questionin' it Wake up in my bed alone I never know if I snore or move my head is cold Frozen dreams, stuck on thinking bout you holding me Slowly we, rose the heat I stop thinking... It's cold again, I supposed that when, I go in It's the coldest wind If love is a game Am I supposed to win? Or supposed to be the best? Or supposed to be a ref? Please suggest, and let me know Recognize me fast, and accept me slow Because, when two finally meet They silently speak Eyes are mystique Silence critiqued Should we really stick around here? Look at what I found down here Take a listen to me We can see the stars at point blank range But from the ground is the view the same ... Or does that seem strange? Press the elevator button down Take a good look at what's around You love it now It's not that how, nothing could be found On the ground When you fuck around and go another round With the sluts you found, down here Looking at the ground with a frown Cause romantic situations got you looking like a clown But now you want to settle down, on level ground With the princess, you know doesn't eff around Doesn't talk, just walk So about it So there's gotta be a way for me to go about it No, I doubt it So don't get much... But I've been away for too long I'm rusty So strong, I must be, the wiser the better We vibing together Her eyes are together Blinded by minds, in silence Tryna, better themselves I made them close their eyelids And get 'em silent To vision, where I envision that you and I live We can see the stars at point blank range But from the ground is the view the same ... Or does that seem strange? The elevator finally arrived My eyes leave your thighs You guide me inside Well... I followed your walk Acknowledged your thoughts Stopped at your door Not anymore "You're not just gonna walk away from me, " I said Please stand with me Don't tell me that this is just a cheap fantasy You give a sweet glance to me Said, "Not now" Can't stop, now Straight to the top, now I pressed the wrong button It was not down I'm above you, but I love you a lot now Because, I see what you go through You need me to hold you Believe me, I'm so used to needing a coastal, evening But no use feening I'm local, see When I hope you receive me I know you receive me And no boo, I don't assume it's easy When you get down from the penthouse We can see the stars at point blank range But from the ground is the view the same ... Or does that seem strange? Heh Dead ass I guess it's natural to feel like you're flying, you know? I guess that's cool, then Heh heh heh You know... Charles Hamilton