Whole Self

I bring my whole self
Wherever I roam
I retrieved all the lost pieces
Like a toasty Indiana Jones
Psychically I stay deep
Inside of my zone
I don't fight my shadow self
I wear him like cologne

To the left to the right
All night, till she, ugh

I tango effortlessly with bliss
I make sure my third leg fits
And hit em with a twist
Some shit is only suitable
For a script
Let the fake narcs fight
Among themselves
In their own abyss, bitch

To the right to the left
No rest, till she, ugh

I detect phony movement with ease
I let them play themselves
Then try to shoot the breeze
Was the juice ever really
Worth the squeeze?
Love is a battlefield
You need intel and expertise

From the front to the back
No slack, till she, ugh



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Perkins
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