Jack and Shawty Jill (Liz)

It’s kiiinda like this.

Getting attached to quick.

Static electricity from the balloon tied around your wrist,

Or what candy is to little kids.

Sometimes you get too wrapped in it,

Like lint in the laundry trap or some dirty ass linen,

Or that squeeze of a lemon in your cheap fountain drink

It’s got that charming sweet flavor

But, a hint of sour from the sink.

Check PLEASE,

Rewind back to the original steez,

That I brought and rocked before you.

Sorry, I lost my cool.

Not tryin to be a melted ice cube.

Not gonna be some open freezer door.

Not fallin for the add water, stir, ready to pour…lifestyle,

that you want me to live.

Take it slower,

Like a manual push lawn mower,

Up to the top of the hill,

Makin way for mr. jack and shawty jill,

Before they took that spill,

Like them I’ll climb,

Til I find what I need.

Use that “pail of water” I fetched and plant that seed.

Then one in the same, mr. new will follow too

Until then,

I won’t come “tumbling after” you.