The Scandal That is You
She opens her palm and his hand, he hands her
Time for a spin, some sin on the dance floor
I’ve got plans for us just how much can you handle?
Passion’s the mantle,
I’ll make you my Scandal.
Beautiful body, mental combatant
Amazing Agent of style and fashion
Miss passion with the most passionate
habits that are old fashioned
like manuscripts written by candlestick.
Handle it? She's not a standard chick,
and she sure as hell ain't no basic bitch.
She's facing forward toward the moon like spaceship.
Society says that, they’ll likely hate this,
Cause I’m tasteless, I’ll never make this,
even if they misinterpret my skin tone,
because the content is white which is Sinful
I’m no Russell Wilson, throwing touchdowns,
You might’ve just touched down on a simple
Thought about how I can bow down to this temple,
Of beauty with the cutest little dimples
She bends me to her will, for sure.
I feel low from the endo, I sendo the senso,
from the depths of my lungs, crescendo.
Now Nintendo is the real world,
No cheat codes to steal girls,
A smile, 2-step, a dip and a twirl
I'm trippin while slippin and sippin this swirl.
Swagger like actors I'm packed this club,
attackin the stacks of my cash I'm a stud.
You're lackin action, a simple reaction
is tacklin my beats to deepest impaction.
Passion is rampant I'm standin demandin
I’m fannin this flame like a pyromancer
The cancer extinguished a fiendish romancer
I’m dashin to dancers like comet and prancer