Baby - Chester Watson

Living in awe

She classy she told me «No hitting it raw»

It’s not that we don’t want our (?) to last

We just have no time to have children involved

We skip through the process

Super prolific, the difference is marksmanship

In the mirror see stars and ships

(?) the heart dismissive

«Your conscience progresses the art» she whispered

And it was the softest

But deep in your voice I could hear hints of darkness hid in it

Still I’m enthralled, what is this?

Feelings involve this shit

People be rushing to say «I love you»

But that’s when it falls to shit

When it falls to shit

Baby