Cupid
Yea yea uhh
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
It was love at first sight, if that's what you call it
Our eyes lock, the world would spin, felt like an alcoholic
Internal instincts say I wanna get up on her
I guess my body spoke up, she made me get a boner
Pheromone perfume, wearing marijuana
She was so animated, looking like Moana
Had to hit her with the line, here's my number
She had a taste for the limelight, Stevie Wonder
Can find his way out of darkness just from her aura
A sight for soar eyes, I read about her in the Torah
The holy matriarch, she looking at my ankh
She caught me staring as I'm looking at junk in the trunk
We decide to head up to the fair to have a little fun
Visa slide, card denied, got me looking like a bum
She reached for her purse, oh fuck did I just fucking curse
Just run that motherfucker again, thank god that bitch works
Gave me a kiss on my chin and then she smirks
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
We eating dinner late, it's only our second date
Invite her to my place clean, not a spec or trace
Table set, I'm a vet, she said she love my decor
Open a bottle of wine but then she wanna pour
She pulled her hair behind her ear, like she can't hear
Expose her neck a bit more, mouth open, blank stare
I said how you like your steak, medium or rare
She said long as there's no blood she really don't care
Served that motherfucker burnt, call that lesson learnt
Be careful what ask for, I guess the truth hurts
She distracted me playing with the whipped cream
One thing lead to another, I had to make her scream
Power outage, didn't notice with the candles burning
Up all night, watched the sunrise, couldn't stop the yearning
Breakfast in bed, yea I brought leftovers
Told her to eat this meat, Imma egg doner
Wake and bake take one to the head stoner
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
It was love at first sight, if that's what you call it
Our eyes lock, the world would spin, felt like an alcoholic
Internal instincts say I wanna get up on her
I guess my body spoke up, she made me get a boner
Pheromone perfume, wearing marijuana
She was so animated, looking like Moana
Had to hit her with the line, here's my number
She had a taste for the limelight, Stevie Wonder
Can find his way out of darkness just from her aura
A sight for soar eyes, I read about her in the Torah
The holy matriarch, she looking at my ankh
She caught me staring as I'm looking at junk in the trunk
We decide to head up to the fair to have a little fun
Visa slide, card denied, got me looking like a bum
She reached for her purse, oh fuck did I just fucking curse
Just run that motherfucker again, thank god that bitch works
Gave me a kiss on my chin and then she smirks
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
We eating dinner late, it's only our second date
Invite her to my place clean, not a spec or trace
Table set, I'm a vet, she said she love my decor
Open a bottle of wine but then she wanna pour
She pulled her hair behind her ear, like she can't hear
Expose her neck a bit more, mouth open, blank stare
I said how you like your steak, medium or rare
She said long as there's no blood she really don't care
Served that motherfucker burnt, call that lesson learnt
Be careful what ask for, I guess the truth hurts
She distracted me playing with the whipped cream
One thing lead to another, I had to make her scream
Power outage, didn't notice with the candles burning
Up all night, watched the sunrise, couldn't stop the yearning
Breakfast in bed, yea I brought leftovers
Told her to eat this meat, Imma egg doner
Wake and bake take one to the head stoner
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
Is she my destiny, I swear she stole my breath from me
Cupids job is done, may he Rest In Peace
I got a bow and arrow, he left the recipe
I'm like chef up in the streets, the rest is up to me
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Writer(s): Jamal Lachapelle
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