We can make love right here under the stars
Girl, I bet that they'll hear us from Decatur to Mars
Don't know why fruit this good forbidden
Eat the whole thing and just lay in the yard
Type a shit dat make a nigga wanna get angry with God like...
Why it's so good if we can't have it
I mean damn
What good is a fat ass if can't nobody grab it
That softness what makes it hard
To find love that won't break your heart...
But even hurt scraped and scarred
Girl you still a work of art
It's like God thought the perfect thought
And made you
Beyoncé who?
Every wish on birthday candles I blew
Til I was blue in the face done finally came true
Listen
I know magic exist
I witnessed
Your lips do
Tricks
With those kisses
Disposition get switched
When you mentioned
I hear your name
And change up so instant
So if in fact shit just naturally don't work
Girl, I ain't thinkin bout 4eva
The only thing that ever really matters, right now
