Been known to keep a bad [bad word] in the Pokedex..
Scrolling through my Rolodex..
Even though I have zero time to devote to stress…
Couple contacts in my phone that make a [bad word] so upset..
but its no regrets
She was a poet, yes. Verbal intercourse it was more like spoken 
till that summer AM you invited me to your address
Back of my mind I’m thinking I already know whats next
Made a left on Bensley and took a couple forward steps..
“Knock knock” on ya side door.. then you opened it..
I took a seat and we.. chit chatted about ya ex…
started playfighting, locked eyes… and we sorta kissed..
I bit your lip and.. started working towards ya chest..
meanwhile you’re [bad word] more and more undressed…
I get below the navel then you start to second guess..
apprehensive about all the feelings that you still possess..
Then I get depressed.. but tell you I understand,
help you put on your pants.. and then I left..
Feelin pretty [bad word] heading back to Patricia..
Lying to myself as if I ain’t already miss ya..
Even though I couldn’t blame you for your decision..
I just can never seem to get out of that position…
and to be honest its.. made a slight incision
on my confidence..  it doesn’t feel that good..
They think niggas always tryna get inbox like an email should..
so they ignore all of [bad word]  and on some jaundice [bad word] .
I get jealous like a female would..
I need to fix that…
Thrice the envy… my [bad word] that [bad word] real wack..
Sometimes I wish my feelings would peel back
sting of love lost… tell me you don’t feel that…”

And this is what you play when you’re staring at the ceiling..
up hella late… swimming in your feelings.
tryna ride the waves… lost at sea…
its no emergency its just the birds and the bees..
it might hurt it might sting
its not as bad as it seems…
Its just the birds and the bees
Just the birds and the bees.