
Apple so red, it made you fall
Fall, Fall back into sin
I could do worse
I can make u sink, sink so fast u forget to blink
I desire to be deceptive, you deserve to be receptive
Sweep me off my feet? You’ll be off your feet! (Slushhhhhh….)
The “Game” is soo tight, but my heart’s always flat
My ego! My ego! Taking over my decency
I remain mortal, fear-‘less’! Take the back seat
No moan-‘ness’, No whine-‘ness’, No fuss-‘ness’
It just glides high, high it’s so wide
Its gone with the wind
Emotion‘less’ - Fear’less’ - Heart’less’
I can make your heart rock, and make your bed bounce
Grant my desires, so I perspire
Cos when you no dey my bed, I go make am without you
“I dey feel you, I dey love...