歌曲 | Ayanna Monet |
歌手 | Lone Catalysts |
专辑 | Hip Hop |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : J. Rawls, Sanders | |
It's just a love song | |
You know | |
If you're lucky in your lifetime | |
Check it out | |
You'll meet that one | |
I did | |
[VERSE 1: J. Sands] | |
Yo, it was June 2nd, wisdom, you know the math | |
In the lab with J. Rawls all night ready to craft | |
See, I'm drivin down Penn. Ave. early morning | |
Turned on the wipers cause it just started storming | |
Without warning, my destination was the rest | |
But first make a stop and get some sliced turkey breast | |
From the deli, my stomach went 'errr' like Akinyele | |
Parked the ride, went inside, rain pourin on my Pelle | |
Dashin for the door, made it, soaken wet | |
Drippin puddles on the floor as I walk into the door mad vexed | |
I guess that was the reason why I slept | |
Cause to my left I saw a sight that I'll never forget | |
It was the illest silhouette, I could hardly see the flesh | |
One quarter exposed, the other three fourths clothed | |
In linen, now I seen women but this was like a goddess | |
The oddest of situations, so much anticipation | |
For real, I could feel as our eyes soon met | |
Don't get me wrong, son, cause with shorties I'm like a vet | |
But it wasn't the same, a introduction sparked the flame | |
Poetically, without hesitation she said her name | |
I was Ayanna Monet, just came to town yesterday from Atlanta, GA | |
Wasn't plannin to stay no more than a week or two, maybe a month | |
I couldn't front, aiyo, yo queen, I don't mean to sound blunt | |
But if you have the time, I love to spend it, no harm intended | |
She recommended for me to have my phone number extended | |
On a piece of paper, so maybe she could call me later | |
Actin all shy, blushin, adrenaline rushin as I'm walkin to the door | |
Thinkin of the feelings that I never felt before, I adore mi amor | |
A perfect combination, sparkle like a diamond | |
And to top it off the sun started shinin | |
[CHORUS: J. Sands] | |
Ayanna Monet | |
A girl I met around the way | |
Ayanna Monet | |
I think about her everyday | |
Ayanna Monet | |
The name I just can't help to say | |
Ayanna Monet | |
Ayanna Monet | |
Ayanna Monet | |
[VERSE 2: J. Sands] | |
Later on I'm at the rest listenin to Quest | |
Dig it, wide awake, can't sleep, shortie got me ???? | |
I got so used to all these Daisy Duke freaks | |
That when earth took position | |
I stopped, looked and listened | |
I'm on a mission, somethin like an expedition | |
To catch the next edition of Miss Monet's wishings | |
A movie, a dinner, I don't know, I'm waitin | |
By the phone, just turned on a Sony PlayStation | |
Anticipatin the next time I'll speak | |
To the miss elegant, unique beauty, petite | |
It's deep, her mystique was magnifique, in fact | |
It sent me back, reminiscin over jazz tracks | |
At that second the phone rang, now I'm checkin | |
The caller identification for information | |
The number I didn't recognize off top | |
So I answered the telly cool like Arthur Fonzarelli | |
Yo, whaddaya know, it was the lady named Ayanna | |
Paused like a coma - far from drama | |
For the words that were spoken, I knew I had her open | |
And she felt the same, so it was peace, no game | |
I had to spark the flame, so I cordially invited, her | |
On a late night tour through Pittsburgh | |
We drove up the [Name] Shore wile she told me more | |
And how around me she felt secure | |
What was in store? I didn't know and really didn't care | |
Cause this here was a power move, soon the hour grew | |
Late, wait, she's tellin me that she's gonna be back | |
In a month if we want we can relax and see if feelings remain | |
Sustain through the distance, time, it blew my mind | |
When she said she want my kinds and help me make my next dime | |
Tell me Ayanna Monet isn't mine | |
Come on | |
[CHORUS] |
zuo qu : J. Rawls, Sanders | |
It' s just a love song | |
You know | |
If you' re lucky in your lifetime | |
Check it out | |
You' ll meet that one | |
I did | |
VERSE 1: J. Sands | |
Yo, it was June 2nd, wisdom, you know the math | |
In the lab with J. Rawls all night ready to craft | |
See, I' m drivin down Penn. Ave. early morning | |
Turned on the wipers cause it just started storming | |
Without warning, my destination was the rest | |
But first make a stop and get some sliced turkey breast | |
From the deli, my stomach went ' errr' like Akinyele | |
Parked the ride, went inside, rain pourin on my Pelle | |
Dashin for the door, made it, soaken wet | |
Drippin puddles on the floor as I walk into the door mad vexed | |
I guess that was the reason why I slept | |
Cause to my left I saw a sight that I' ll never forget | |
It was the illest silhouette, I could hardly see the flesh | |
One quarter exposed, the other three fourths clothed | |
In linen, now I seen women but this was like a goddess | |
The oddest of situations, so much anticipation | |
For real, I could feel as our eyes soon met | |
Don' t get me wrong, son, cause with shorties I' m like a vet | |
But it wasn' t the same, a introduction sparked the flame | |
Poetically, without hesitation she said her name | |
I was Ayanna Monet, just came to town yesterday from Atlanta, GA | |
Wasn' t plannin to stay no more than a week or two, maybe a month | |
I couldn' t front, aiyo, yo queen, I don' t mean to sound blunt | |
But if you have the time, I love to spend it, no harm intended | |
She recommended for me to have my phone number extended | |
On a piece of paper, so maybe she could call me later | |
Actin all shy, blushin, adrenaline rushin as I' m walkin to the door | |
Thinkin of the feelings that I never felt before, I adore mi amor | |
A perfect combination, sparkle like a diamond | |
And to top it off the sun started shinin | |
CHORUS: J. Sands | |
Ayanna Monet | |
A girl I met around the way | |
Ayanna Monet | |
I think about her everyday | |
Ayanna Monet | |
The name I just can' t help to say | |
Ayanna Monet | |
Ayanna Monet | |
Ayanna Monet | |
VERSE 2: J. Sands | |
Later on I' m at the rest listenin to Quest | |
Dig it, wide awake, can' t sleep, shortie got me nbsp???? | |
I got so used to all these Daisy Duke freaks | |
That when earth took position | |
I stopped, looked and listened | |
I' m on a mission, somethin like an expedition | |
To catch the next edition of Miss Monet' s wishings | |
A movie, a dinner, I don' t know, I' m waitin | |
By the phone, just turned on a Sony PlayStation | |
Anticipatin the next time I' ll speak | |
To the miss elegant, unique beauty, petite | |
It' s deep, her mystique was magnifique, in fact | |
It sent me back, reminiscin over jazz tracks | |
At that second the phone rang, now I' m checkin | |
The caller identification for information | |
The number I didn' t recognize off top | |
So I answered the telly cool like Arthur Fonzarelli | |
Yo, whaddaya know, it was the lady named Ayanna | |
Paused like a coma far from drama | |
For the words that were spoken, I knew I had her open | |
And she felt the same, so it was peace, no game | |
I had to spark the flame, so I cordially invited, her | |
On a late night tour through Pittsburgh | |
We drove up the Name Shore wile she told me more | |
And how around me she felt secure | |
What was in store? I didn' t know and really didn' t care | |
Cause this here was a power move, soon the hour grew | |
Late, wait, she' s tellin me that she' s gonna be back | |
In a month if we want we can relax and see if feelings remain | |
Sustain through the distance, time, it blew my mind | |
When she said she want my kinds and help me make my next dime | |
Tell me Ayanna Monet isn' t mine | |
Come on | |
CHORUS |
zuò qǔ : J. Rawls, Sanders | |
It' s just a love song | |
You know | |
If you' re lucky in your lifetime | |
Check it out | |
You' ll meet that one | |
I did | |
VERSE 1: J. Sands | |
Yo, it was June 2nd, wisdom, you know the math | |
In the lab with J. Rawls all night ready to craft | |
See, I' m drivin down Penn. Ave. early morning | |
Turned on the wipers cause it just started storming | |
Without warning, my destination was the rest | |
But first make a stop and get some sliced turkey breast | |
From the deli, my stomach went ' errr' like Akinyele | |
Parked the ride, went inside, rain pourin on my Pelle | |
Dashin for the door, made it, soaken wet | |
Drippin puddles on the floor as I walk into the door mad vexed | |
I guess that was the reason why I slept | |
Cause to my left I saw a sight that I' ll never forget | |
It was the illest silhouette, I could hardly see the flesh | |
One quarter exposed, the other three fourths clothed | |
In linen, now I seen women but this was like a goddess | |
The oddest of situations, so much anticipation | |
For real, I could feel as our eyes soon met | |
Don' t get me wrong, son, cause with shorties I' m like a vet | |
But it wasn' t the same, a introduction sparked the flame | |
Poetically, without hesitation she said her name | |
I was Ayanna Monet, just came to town yesterday from Atlanta, GA | |
Wasn' t plannin to stay no more than a week or two, maybe a month | |
I couldn' t front, aiyo, yo queen, I don' t mean to sound blunt | |
But if you have the time, I love to spend it, no harm intended | |
She recommended for me to have my phone number extended | |
On a piece of paper, so maybe she could call me later | |
Actin all shy, blushin, adrenaline rushin as I' m walkin to the door | |
Thinkin of the feelings that I never felt before, I adore mi amor | |
A perfect combination, sparkle like a diamond | |
And to top it off the sun started shinin | |
CHORUS: J. Sands | |
Ayanna Monet | |
A girl I met around the way | |
Ayanna Monet | |
I think about her everyday | |
Ayanna Monet | |
The name I just can' t help to say | |
Ayanna Monet | |
Ayanna Monet | |
Ayanna Monet | |
VERSE 2: J. Sands | |
Later on I' m at the rest listenin to Quest | |
Dig it, wide awake, can' t sleep, shortie got me nbsp???? | |
I got so used to all these Daisy Duke freaks | |
That when earth took position | |
I stopped, looked and listened | |
I' m on a mission, somethin like an expedition | |
To catch the next edition of Miss Monet' s wishings | |
A movie, a dinner, I don' t know, I' m waitin | |
By the phone, just turned on a Sony PlayStation | |
Anticipatin the next time I' ll speak | |
To the miss elegant, unique beauty, petite | |
It' s deep, her mystique was magnifique, in fact | |
It sent me back, reminiscin over jazz tracks | |
At that second the phone rang, now I' m checkin | |
The caller identification for information | |
The number I didn' t recognize off top | |
So I answered the telly cool like Arthur Fonzarelli | |
Yo, whaddaya know, it was the lady named Ayanna | |
Paused like a coma far from drama | |
For the words that were spoken, I knew I had her open | |
And she felt the same, so it was peace, no game | |
I had to spark the flame, so I cordially invited, her | |
On a late night tour through Pittsburgh | |
We drove up the Name Shore wile she told me more | |
And how around me she felt secure | |
What was in store? I didn' t know and really didn' t care | |
Cause this here was a power move, soon the hour grew | |
Late, wait, she' s tellin me that she' s gonna be back | |
In a month if we want we can relax and see if feelings remain | |
Sustain through the distance, time, it blew my mind | |
When she said she want my kinds and help me make my next dime | |
Tell me Ayanna Monet isn' t mine | |
Come on | |
CHORUS |