The Life Cycle

The Life Cycle by Khari D. Hawke Whats good wit chu'  Baby boi?  I want to;  Come get at you...  Know little things;  You get into.  Know where you live,  Who stay wit you?  I ain't got to know your name,  But, we can play the Bust It game.  Get your clothes,  Cause when we done,  I'll get up/clean up/send you home.  No convos,  Baby boi;  Try to keep our future out.  Maybe I will call you back,  If nothing better comes along....  I don't do relationships,  But I'm into fuck-em-ships..  Don't try and say you never knew;  Talking? Don't do too much of that.  Remember me,  Baby boi?  I fucked you like 2 years ago....  I loved the feel,  I'm back in town,  You wanted things,  I never did.  Let's get together/hang in my room  Get it poppin/get me right,  Hurry up, got people comin,  I need you gone/don't be too long.  You don't get it;  I'm hormone charged.  I love my way.....  Fuck and move on (and get fucked up)