My Opus

They say love is a game, but they don’t tell you fools
That everybody came, with a different set of rules,
So don’t read the hand, read the woman,
Don’t think you couldn’t, the proof is what you put in
Naked model on my back look I’m Vladimir

Grab a beer, always down to ride, but I’d rather steer,
The rowing boat,
I’m sewing oats
Out in roanoke,
She got more snow,
Than those in poconos,

I quit saving hoes back in the double os,
Won’t get a hose, just tell her stop, drop and roll,
Cause you can teach a man to fish and he’ll be straight,
But I’d rather lead that fish onto the plate,

Some call me a pimp, I say I’m life coaching,
I’m boasting, my limp is my opus,
Over dosing on shrimp and five trojans
I’m wide open, take a sip and I’m coastin