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Love Jones: The Date Mixtape

by Bomani Armah

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Goodbye yesterday I’m on a date It’s getting late Previews are on, don’t mind the wait This English major conversates With shorty dark brown Well endowed Got me like wow and i And I sure need you now ‘cause I’m, reminiscing on how we kissed and how we loved thought I new everything, she just knew she was in love goodbye yesterday didn’t know who we where but knew who we wanted to be me a teaching emcee she’s to be an md first one to lay her down and i just can’t stay around parts of me still to be found at that moment it was all us puppy love, no doggy lust the future crept up on us goodbye yesterday and the feelings that we felt at that mall in Greenbelt the movie we came to see was second to you and me teenage love endless and free remember how it use to be last dollar on the ticket, popcorn was the last dime treasured every touch like the last time goodbye yesterday when love was enough that’s what movies taught us that’s what six dollars bought us take me away so quickly wish I would but can’t take you with me memories are the muse for this song highlights are right are never wrong memories are so strong we stayed just a little too long and now it’s time for me to move on bye-bye-bye-bye-bye…
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Darius 01:54
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Meloncholy 03:00
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Verse 1 This doesn’t make sense You feel this fire that burns intense My heart is made of stone, your heart is made of flint We’re a perfect match, pheromones are incense Your aroma drops hints Real relaxed, your old man is past tense Spark a conversation, comparing accents Body English makes our tongues wanna speak French Should this be? Whats you plus me? Staring in each others eyes and they both say we Something clicks, like a lock with a key We open up and we like what we see Your souls not for sale, but your heart is so free The way nothing in life is sposta be A piece of my heart must be the fee And you break that off so easily Chorus Let me break you off Baby I dropped you off after dark Let me break you off baby Lemme come up, I only want to talk Let me break you off baby Break you off... sumthin Verse 2 I’m aggressive so just sit back You’re my target but I don’t want to hit that just let me nibble and lick that just break me off a piece of that kit kat I got butterfingers from you melting Lick them off and get another helping Won’t stop till you explode like a well spring I ain’t swimmin’ in it, I’m Michael Phelps’ing Got the breast stroke, back stroke and the freestyle Then I turn you sideways so she smiles Ain’t rushin, we gon’ be a while You doin’ time, got you locked in my penile It’s that hard time, but you make it soft Now I’m hooked on it, can’t shake you off My caramel coating, I can’t take you off You’re my Hershey bar, So I break you off Chorus Verse 3 we talked about which rappers #1 to the holy trinity now the day is done and I know you, biblically I like my lifestyle single, my entendre’s doubled our juices mingled, Now the lines are all muddled it happened in a blur one moment there we are, next moment there we were Our story is like the tale of a comet But I’ve slowed down to make us cheese omelettes I hope we left with our dignity in tack And don’t lie to me if you ain’t gonna call me back I hope You ain’t the type hit it once then forget you? Cause I can’t handle that, haha I’m kidding witchu Coffee can’t wake me, and liquor can’t calm me From Voondoon, Santeria, Yoruba that you put on me When Eros strikes, what’s mortal man to do I’m just hoping we didn’t break off more than we can chew
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Girl you gotta keep a man Like a bottle a gin Always on your hip. Ain’t that what we want To keep and be kept girl Make him want you. Only way to make him want you Is to be wanted. Be red lip tight skirt blood fang Be another niggas cologne on your thighs Be too much to contain in his small hands Tell em he got small hands Shit, small feet Make him small and running back To your rocking chair hips Girl , the jealous man is a man that will stay A stray cat fed ain’t really a stray Right? You can make him, girl You can make him love you like Your daddy didn’t Love you like a thing he has kept just for himself Be just for him, not for self Don’t know man want no woman who Is her own best thing Make him your best thing girl. Make your sass tongue be A breath from his back hand Make him want to choke you from Inside your bell throat Keep a man like a bottle a gin You can’t keep a man Thinking like that girl Thinking can’t keep a man Telling the truth ain’t kept no ma
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I work hard at this Employee of the month type shit You see Every woman should have a man like me Nah, every woman should have me And if you can't afford my whole body Y'all can my pieces US mail delivery Just Pay for shipping and handling Shhhhhhh...gurl Don't interrupt while I'm rambling I'm the closest you'll ever get to all your fantasies If my penis was long enough... Yeah...I'd do me Call it masturbation incest simultaneously Tap dat ass like dance movements Tap dat ass like government surveillance Enhance your life babe' And Find yourself head over heels When putting them heels over your head lade' Long stroke till you suffer a stroke The drool from your lips is so sexy Drawing me closer to your other lips that drips, & drips, & drips... Girl ... I'd let you marry me With my fine ass walking down the isle last I'm more than a big deal Call me high demand And be glad I let you take my hand Regardless of who you've been with before me I'm your first We can Drive off into the sunset in a all black herse
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Jelly 02:49
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Is there a reason we say bitter sweet instead of sweet bitter? I fix my lips to lie washing over life stories crystal tide of highlights rushing over labored footprints turned clean slate of white sand No sitting on the sure We travel life's valleys tributaries for emotional torrents sweat and tears seep into open wounds of our world salt rinses the soil rich ground to grow into each other The fluidity that is life in love love that comes from having ones life blood filtered through another’s fingers in cold valley nights adoring hands, prospect for precious parts in cold streams of quiet pain fishing for something to hold onto Emotions cannot be grasped fingers numb from chill though it feels like this runs through your veins The only cure is the warmth from your hand the freeze frame treacherous terrain of our morning home out of commissioned sinks PTA meetings screams in red from the calendar night school is a side dish with breakfast fried potatoes mix with pungent third job stillon skin Running out with toast in your mouth coffee spilling onto your coat while scalding hand But remember to turn back around Hold the door screen open with your heel As you lean in for the good bye kiss This is what kisses on the cheeks where made for for the highlight montage In this family portrait The smiles are water colored But it’s the shadows that bring the canvas to life The parts blocked out by the sun our secrets our pressure points the drama and glory That breaks up the boring sketch Of us traipsing through the mundane And turns into a portrait of life in love
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His kiss is bone the thirty-third vertebrae intricate cog of knotted stomach and butterflied flutter time sheet of nerve ending river of want spilled over heaping spoon of tongue his breath, all ligament and yearn the slick and the slide our lips, uneven bars a perfect purse of where impossible meets intermittent dream day trader of nibble lick suck sigh his delicate bite is a coiling respiration kickback pinwheel a clockwork respite from routine the safest danger his skin, a mosaic splash of Middle Eastern silk hung subtly across dark copper jaw he is fragmented mirage the unhinging before the howl makes me a muted maim of a lover and I can only beg from the pits of my pupils he snatches my speech catches it between teeth grinds it to chunk of unintelligible grunt swallows sinks inch by inch he is heave and muscle and hands held and tight grasp. and moan thrower and gasp hurler and wind sower and seismic shift. and thought staller and think freeze. and sane stealer and heat tweaker. and temperate boiler and steam sucker. and thunder feeler and faint maker. and shout bearer and time meddler and love peddler and he is and he is and he is...
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released September 28, 2011

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