Brooklyn Museum, New York.
Yea that pretty girl with the puffy hair who will treat you good, cook your favorite meal feed you with freedom and sex-appeal
I'm not a playa because I want you to be free
I just want your return if you want me, need these thighs and lips
I want you to believe that a promise is guaranteed, my words match my actions when I see you walking here, lemme kiss the sacrifice of your skin
There's hundreds of ancestor's ashes behind the blue of your lazy lid
Now breathe
Tell me they taught you to hide your emotions
Pa bam sa kembe (please don't lie to me)
I saw the sun in your sleep
I felt the truth in your eyes, when talking about our kids
He told me you're the one, now I pray for you and me.
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