Enemies With Benefits

[Sample: Esoteric] Trust me, we can make the scene turn ugly You hate me or you love me, trust me We can make the scene turn ugly You hate me or you love me We can make the scene turn ugly, trust me [Hook: Kno] She sits in bed with her halo crooked She says she's never been in love before She takes time to define what we'll never get We're turning into enemies with benefits Enemies with benefits [Verse 1: Natti] She the girl of my dreams, also my nightmares Cause she be jigglin' it, killin' it in her nightwear Between mean glances that we might share The space between us is like a lightyear All in my phone like she AT&T All in my Facebook pretendin she me Cus her "Not Hot" single friends feedin her nonsense The ghetto's trying to kill me and my chick's an accomplice With black gloves (black gloves) black mask (black mask) Full lips (full lips) fat ass (I like that!) Text messaging ridiculous comments I'd have to wash my mouth out to read you the contents She might literally love me to death We had a stairway to heaven til' I fell down the steps Now I'm left with a pain in the neck But she's my eye candy, the flavor I savor And I'm part Vader, I think with my saber I live in crazy town and I'm married to the mayor [Hook: Kno] [Verse 2: Kno] They call me Lex, junior Not Rex Lewis My ex like a six shot shooter - sex ruger She's a sex cougar She texts, we bang every time I sit next to her Man, she get me hard as steel, I call her X-Ray Coz my ex bust her neck during sex play I get the cleanest dome, I mean it holmes She never be at home but she never be alone Her boyfriend is a punk, he rock a onesie He think he fly, pullin' stunts in his undies But she my kryptonite I know...cryptic right? I'm sitting back with a pipe getting ripped at night On my window pane, the coldest rain My enemy, Miss Lois Lane [Hook: Kno] [Verse 3: Tonedeff] She’s a devil in a baby blue dress Who I'm mentally redressing as an angel through sex Who be testing my mettle - and yes, in a way, I choose the stress And I guess that I settle cause I’m a slave to huge breasts But it ain’t worth it Ask me again if my mind has changed on the situation in five days And I couldn’t say for certain And so we stay in this deranged arrangement Nailing ‘tween the breaks of these unwavering debates of ‘who’s the Crazy person’? She got them fuck-goggles on me My judgement Impaired like I was drunk on kamakazi’s running a busted Kawasaki Callin the love doctor cause I need a fix of this chick and it’s sickening Wish I could quit, but my dick is mixing the signals and shit Half of the time, I see past these disastrous signs And half of the time, I keep asking if I’m happy to lie If blame can be assigned, then I guess I’ll have to try this food for thought: You can always see the shape of the pan in the pie Savage desire in me to taste her loving So my peace of mind will never turn into a baker’s dozen I’m crumbling