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letra de backseat concerto - 7¢ herm

[verse]
i’m in love witcha flo-jo
the way you make my soul go
might leave you in a stupor
in the backseat of a volvo
i’m hoping i evolve though
the planets gon’ revolve slow
still a shining star
like apollo in the moon glow
baby knockin’ boots though
baby in the crib rocking
knock me if i move slow
got me in the mood though
swahili shawty callin’
coffee beans and a cool ‘fro
i’m tryna be the new beau
just maxing out in mykonos
arguing the difference ‘tween vertigo & ufo
she say she half seminole
mulatto mixed with navajo
just another tale of oth-llo in adagio
wanna be my lady?
play arpeggio, magnifico!
when the deed is done
longfellow, my portfolio
you might just be the type
to seduce me to the embryo
a composition criminal
jezebel to wedding bells
inviting every friend you know
that love is so conditional

[hook]
can’t miss a day without your friends though, feel like the backseat of a benzo
lil’ honey swear she love me
and just like the way my pen stroke
we crush in every tempo
andante! strigento!
introducing movements
maximizing her crescendo
first saw her walking in the wind tho
(oooh wee)
nah she hugging leather
leaving markings on the windows
singing outta tempo
teaching her the difference tween sticking it and kendo

[verse]
phase two
we just set the stage ablaze boo
dancing to that jubilee
and sometimes you amaze you
master of the archways
and cafes and pantsuits
thought i was a weird dude
essays bout the strange fruit
one to draw the dotted line ‘tween lauryn hill and badu
you lovin’ herm longtime
it’s hard to bid you adieu
left me like mcmurphy
with a skewed view of the cuckoo
guru of the hoodoo
bayou written haikus
pedalin’ my bike to a belleville rendezvous
meeting up with bantu knotted zulu
chaka morning dew
met this lil’ curly headed bugaboo at bonnaroo
she like that hermit buccaneer
and hardly f-ck with buckaroos
gave me dibs to the cookie jar
in the cupboard too
noticed ain’t no rookie
playing hooky with the huxtable’s
said he was a muggle
tryna smuggle in a trick or two
that love is so predictable
(that love is so conditional)

[refrain]
can’t miss a day without your friends though, feel like the backseat of a benzo
lil’ honey swear she love me
and just like the way my pen stroke
we crush in every tempo
andante! strigento!
introducing movements
maximizing her crescendo
first saw her walking in the wind tho
(oooh wee)
nah she hugging leather
leaving markings on the windows
singing outta tempo
teaching her the difference ‘tween sticking it and kendo

- 7¢ herm

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