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Welcum Home
I took time to build you
Your frame that silhouette
I know your mind . . . . . . . . . . . but this ain’t the time to get you wet
I’ll be your hammer . . . . . . . strike all your weak spots
Break a sweat
I’ll put in work til I hear the sounds of coffee pots
You know you need
Something long . . . . . . .thick . . . . . . . something wide
That hardware
I’ll screw you slowly until I’m ready to come inside
Nail you when the day is in its nightwear . . . . . . . hit all sides . . . . . . . four-square
I’ll put it any were . . . . . . . where ever . . . . . . . . . . left or right
Penetrate your soul in every room now that’s a sight
Looking forward to rubbing you downstairs over the floor
I’ll even tame you . . . . . keep it open . . . . . . . walk through you like you’re my front door
I’m all up inside you let me secure you I push your buttons you want more
Can’t forget the protection
Explore each of your sections
Melt your panels make you my chocolate smore
From seven hours to seven days
Undressed you in several ways
Moving all the furniture to your liking while Musiq plays
I hit you hard
I screwed you good
I nailed you great
Brought pane to your windows drilled you under ya fancy drapes
A swift stride through
No blemishes
You surprised at all this hard wood I gave you
Dug deep in your foundation
Until each hard muscle gave through
In truth my jobs done . . . . . . . . . . . . for you my finish labour
A brick house and a message from the neighbor.........
Welcome Home!!!
Your frame that silhouette
I know your mind . . . . . . . . . . . but this ain’t the time to get you wet
I’ll be your hammer . . . . . . . strike all your weak spots
Break a sweat
I’ll put in work til I hear the sounds of coffee pots
You know you need
Something long . . . . . . .thick . . . . . . . something wide
That hardware
I’ll screw you slowly until I’m ready to come inside
Nail you when the day is in its nightwear . . . . . . . hit all sides . . . . . . . four-square
I’ll put it any were . . . . . . . where ever . . . . . . . . . . left or right
Penetrate your soul in every room now that’s a sight
Looking forward to rubbing you downstairs over the floor
I’ll even tame you . . . . . keep it open . . . . . . . walk through you like you’re my front door
I’m all up inside you let me secure you I push your buttons you want more
Can’t forget the protection
Explore each of your sections
Melt your panels make you my chocolate smore
From seven hours to seven days
Undressed you in several ways
Moving all the furniture to your liking while Musiq plays
I hit you hard
I screwed you good
I nailed you great
Brought pane to your windows drilled you under ya fancy drapes
A swift stride through
No blemishes
You surprised at all this hard wood I gave you
Dug deep in your foundation
Until each hard muscle gave through
In truth my jobs done . . . . . . . . . . . . for you my finish labour
A brick house and a message from the neighbor.........
Welcome Home!!!
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