#NoreB90 - Day 8 - She got her Groove in a Gift Box
Her face look like its made out of molasess and shea butter Guess that’s why he came to her Smooth and sweet Taught her to eat mangoes with the proper tongue Let her know All fruits arie Soothe her to sleep Wake her up with the sun And he a son to somebody Could be son to my momma too But he trying to give her her groove
Like she lost it Like she ain’t got it caught between her tooth and toes Like she ain’t so fly
she got hummingbirds jealous of the Anti gravity pull on her fro Rainbow on her throat When she talk with her Missippi Twang Be we all from the contitetent So joy sound the same This boy know he breaking her down Ready to bow when she drop legs Making art of melanin and atmosphere She reflect of Jah’s light So he made a temple of his heart For her Call it Irie Big men of Jamdown get bad mind for him When she laugh loud at his language When he tickle her tummy from the inside out When make her feel like sunrise on montego bays She act like he ain’t bae But she surely pick up his calls My momma don’t fall easy But this young yardie make sure he stay on her mind Give her groove in a gift box Like she ain’t already best friends with time