Metaphor Play

[Answering Machine Recording Intro] (Hey it's me, I'm on my way I'll be there in a little while, but um I wrote Something you know how you always saying that I don't express myself to you Well, hope you like it I'm gonna read it to you when you get home, see you In a little bit, bye) [Verse One] Metaphor play Metaphor play Baby, you got that picka peppa Red devil spicy recipe with extra Hot sauce kinda flavor I mean if my soul got ashy elbows Then your loving is a cocoa butter stick Wrapped up in Jergens Slick with some baby oil On the side If my day is a subway ride Then your smile is an empty car On the express track to my house One little word out your mouth Is a hundred free tokens... Falling from the ceiling Giving me that dizzy love feeling Like you always do [Chorus] Metaphor play Metaphor play Metaphor play Metaphor play Metaphor play Metaphor play [Verse Two] If my body is a temple Baby You keep it simple Straight to the altar Taste my wine Ring my bells Light my in-senses With your flame your fire Cause baby When you sing my name You the whole damn choir You the collard to my greens The weak in my knees I keep your teardrops In my pockets when you cry Cause if my heart is a peach then baby You be the cobbler and the pie You be the sun to my cool sky The pick to my afro The touch up to my perm The Erick to my Sermon You be the needle on my record Skippin' Needle on my record skippin' Needle on my record skippin' Needle on my record skippin' [Chorus] [Verse Three] Ohh Baby You give me them kisses That make me squirm in my seat Just thinking 'bout you Even on the bus Cause you my driver and my transfer My plans for you and me Are written in these metaphors Metaphors metaphors Star showers comets meteors In between the sheets Of night we fly Damn baby we fly -Chorus- X2