Using their logic, any chair you sit in should be referred to as the throne.
Could be the liquor talking, I do tend to give lip service--cupid's bow.
Can't be that, because I'm truthful to a fault, even at the expense of a potential beau.
What's semantics to a king? Even the common lyricist would catch the scent.
It ain't game. I write what I mean. I stand by what I sent.
You inspire me on the daily. Your words have me fazed.
And I'm twice the age of sweet 16, so I can't be going through a phase.
Cause words are our bond, right? Well you should let them rain.
Even when they ain't sweet don't bite your tongue, Slim it's your time to reign.
Mary-Poppins these niggas. Let the world know how you feel.
Give em that spoon full of Sugar, time for prescriptions to get filled.
Or refilled, re-up! Let your voice be heard--vision seen.
Been a while since a man like you has shown up on the scene.
You are the truth-like church. Your voice is the peal.
With you the medicine goes down. With you it's easy to take the red pill.
For STS
