Текст песни Lone Catalysts - Ayanna Monet
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It`s just a love songYou knowIf you`re lucky in your lifetimeCheck it outYou`ll meet that oneI did[ VERSE 1: J. Sands ]Yo, it was June 2nd, wisdom, you know the mathIn the lab with J. Rawls all night ready to craftSee, I`m drivin down Penn. Ave. early morningTurned on the wipers cause it just started stormingWithout warning, my destination was the restBut first make a stop and get some sliced turkey breastFrom the deli, my stomach went `errr` like AkinyeleParked the ride, went inside, rain pourin on my PelleDashin for the door, made it, soaken wetDrippin puddles on the floor as I walk into the door mad vexedI guess that was the reason why I sleptCause to my left I saw a sight that I`ll never forgetIt was the illest silhouette, I could hardly see the fleshOne quarter exposed, the other three fourths clothedIn linen, now I seen women but this was like a goddessThe oddest of situations, so much anticipationFor real, I could feel as our eyes soon metDon`t get me wrong, son, cause with shorties I`m like a vetBut it wasn`t the same, a introduction sparked the flamePoetically, without hesitation she said her nameI was Ayanna Monet, just came to town yesterday from Atlanta, GAWasn`t plannin to stay no more than a week or two, maybe a monthI couldn`t front, aiyo, yo queen, I don`t mean to sound bluntBut if you have the time, I love to spend it, no harm intendedShe recommended for me to have my phone number extendedOn a piece of paper, so maybe she could call me laterActin all shy, blushin, adrenaline rushin as I`m walkin to the doorThinkin of the feelings that I never felt before, I adore mi amorA perfect combination, sparkle like a diamondAnd to top it off the sun started shinin[ CHORUS: J. Sands ]Ayanna MonetA girl I met around the wayAyanna MonetI think about her everydayAyanna MonetThe name I just can`t help to sayAyanna MonetAyanna MonetAyanna Monet[ VERSE 2: J. Sands ]Later on I`m at the rest listenin to QuestDig it, wide awake, can`t sleep, shortie got me ????I got so used to all these Daisy Duke freaksThat when earth took positionI stopped, looked and listenedI`m on a mission, somethin like an expeditionTo catch the next edition of Miss Monet`s wishingsA movie, a dinner, I don`t know, I`m waitinBy the phone, just turned on a Sony PlayStationAnticipatin the next time I`ll speakTo the miss elegant, unique beauty, petiteIt`s deep, her mystique was magnifique, in factIt sent me back, reminiscin over jazz tracksAt that second the phone rang, now I`m checkinThe caller identification for informationThe number I didn`t recognize off topSo I answered the telly cool like Arthur FonzarelliYo, whaddaya know, it was the lady named AyannaPaused like a coma - far from dramaFor the words that were spoken, I knew I had her openAnd she felt the same, so it was peace, no gameI had to spark the flame, so I cordially invited, herOn a late night tour through PittsburghWe drove up the [Name] Shore wile she told me moreAnd how around me she felt secureWhat was in store? I didn`t know and really didn`t careCause this here was a power move, soon the hour grewLate, wait, she`s tellin me that she`s gonna be backIn a month if we want we can relax and see if feelings remainSustain through the distance, time, it blew my mindWhen she said she want my kinds and help me make my next dimeTell me Ayanna Monet isn`t mineCome on[ CHORUS ]