INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

I can't even explain how much you be on my mind, You probably think it's never cause I never give you time, And I never have the time, that's me usually lying, Cause I'm lying in the bed next to some chick and I'm lying. Talking bout all the places to see, all the things we can do, Knowing that all of these things I'd rather be doing with you. But she ain't hit me up so I ain't hitting her up neither, It's like I need you to give me purpose, feeling like Justin Bieber. Staring at your number in my phone like I might delete her, But I might get drunk and lonely and I'll know I need her. Missed call, missed call, I see them but I'm sorry, It's summer time in Cali' and I'm somewhere at the after party, We're we supposed to Skype today? Damn was that today? But I'm passed out on the couch because I drank the night away. And just when you get too far away where you try and leave me, I reel you back in with good...

I can't date, no I just can't date, Because I've been in love before, so I can't wait. Because I know the feeling that I get, That tingling in my chest, The thumping of my heart, the hiccup of my breath. And that's how I should feel when I see her for the first time, Otherwise we playing games, this is just rehearse time. Stuck at dinner conversations feeling like rehearsed lines, Wishing I could reverse time, girl this is theworst time. That's why I believe in love at the first sight, Waiting at the airport trying to make my first flight. Standing at security, caught her looking curiously, The prettiest young lady, smile made of purity. Just hoping that she would be heading towards the same gate, Had to be destiny for us to book a flight on the same date, Trying to justify, the twinkle in her pretty eyes, She caught me looking once, twice, okay maybe three times. Knee high boots, tight jeans, and a pea coat, Looking hot as hell when it'...

Who you with? Who you been given your precious love? I hope you not with him just to pass the time like just because... Because I miss you but you know that I can't say it right...? And you just as stubborn so I know you gonna put up a fight. But I'm on your page looking at your pictures liking every post, And I know you see me watching you but you already made yo choice.. So I had no choice, had to step away and try to respect your space, But don't think for a second that I've forgotten about the beauty of your face, Because I wish that I could see you, and I wish that I could call, But my pride won't let me do it, no I'll never take that fall. Either you gonna reach out to me, or we just never gonna speak at all. I know you'll be good through the summer, but like temperatures you bound to fall. So, who you with? Who been given your precious time? I know he loves your body, but does he even appreciate your mind? Or recognize your grind, doe...

It was summer, the sun was hanging in the sky just as lazily as I was as on the ground as we walked down the strip at Venice Beach, shades on our eyes, smiles on our face. There's a particular wonder about Venice Beach, a kaleidoscope of walks of life all meshed together, harmoniously getting along. Perhaps it's the sunshine that makes this place so peaceful, or maybe it's the frequent marijuana shops posted along the boardwalk, who knows? But the calm of the afternoon was idyllic for a Saturday. We walked into our favorite watering hole with handshakes and "hey how are you" floating through the air over the noise of the crowd and music humming from the jukebox. The ice cold beer received a chilling welcome on such a hot day, the first one disappearing all too quickly. I can't be sure if I was simply thirsty or excited to get drunk and see where the booze would take me. About a half hour later and another beer down I stepped outside to have a cigarette. ...

One of the sweetest things to hear and the hardest things to say Is saying that I miss you, because it means you've went away Saying that I miss you meaning I wish that you could stay Knowing that I miss you, means I've missed another day. I miss you, that there is an issue,  Right there is some tissue, each tear is a missile, she killing me Tell me are you feeling me, with out even feeling me Can you get the real of me, can you see the realer me Can it be reality, or is this fatality, Body blows with every emoji that winks and smiles at me Trying not to kill the messenger, she killing me on messenger Waking up to the sound of the ring all on my messenger I'll return the favor my queen, like I owe a debt to ya' Coldest winters in New York, I know every brother sweatin' her Regularly I'm Skyping her, my older brother hyping her, My momma even liking her, boys saying there's a wife in her And I miss you, hate saying I miss you, That there ...