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I once had a love from a field of spring--her love was few but her lust was many things,

She wanted many things but it wasn't love, she destroyed a heart that simply wasn't hers

But I rose above her feminine wilds--I cried then, but I smile now

I was a wild child--now I'm a calm man, love God--I'm his number one fan

I'm tired of folks that want to knife my back--grin in my face and then knock me off-track

Is it exact?  My first instinct?  I think not, it's been my worst instinct

And in the blink of an eye, baby wants me to think of her thighs--but here's the surprise,

I've known better--even if she stripped down and opted to shake a tailfeather

And the weather is a little rainy--that hate my size but they love my brain, see

But it doesn't pain me because I've transcended,

Doesn't even matter that I'm short, fat, and winded

House-blended--give me some vanilla, I could do this verse solo and accapella

Doesn't even matter if you're bum,prep, or thug--

I could care less about a joker's false love.