[Verse 1]
The sweet life, serenading
While our bodies wrapped up in passion
Aggressively rubbing the mattress, but all that matters
Our vision is rather pornographic
So that mean, pouring mo' traffic, till each and every color crashes
My satisfaction; her body, like a cactus in a deserted valley
And peaks whenever I accept my rashes
Feels like time keep on going backwards
This action is more than practice, in fact, its seperating body from soul
As she releases her fingertips, from her nipples and eases it
Between her lips, her body movement, cadence and rhymthics
Grooving through the beverage, our bodies concluded truce with gravity
Cruise through psychedelics, insanity
Kite through her layers of pride and fantasy
As I propel, I sail the feeling of freedom she granted me

[Verse 2]
The sweet life, serenaded. I threw her dishes and clothes
As her additional vocals, colored the streets
Buried in concrete as the people followed the leads
Harmonies, melodies, painting murals and graffiti
As infectious as the snake in the garden of eden
Is the game without pre caution of what is be
Societies poster child straight out the frying pan
Ice skating on wet socks to higher amps
Oh lord, damn I'm on fire man
This whole game like pillars of salt on dry sand
My flows smoother than, kilos of sand, oozing through the cracks in your hand
Utilizing my wit at each end
Both left feet and still able to jump of the chain
Grotesque beats, mixing gospel and Junior M.A
God spelled; tutor this game, guide your juniors and strays
Target the juveniles faith, this is your landscape
Alleviate!