Just chilling or whateva //
and feeling under weather//
studying whether to steer clear or go and check Heather//
steadyin my wrist watch to approximate//
and decimate wasted time liming//
not signing autographs.... but I automate my time.//
Cocking my hat to side I sink a drink to keep me fazed//
if I whisper a thought and someone's caught I try to seem amazed//
a smile to evoke a gaze//
or a bounce to evoke some plays//
to heat up a room filled with cold peeps like ice trays.//
Confidence high head spinnin like Mike Jackson//
its a fact son that reaction decreases wit dat son//
and traction wavers as you savour the lack son//
stop//
I stop by my target and wait till da track done.//

Lips pursed she looks and I think I'll get cursed//
I say "How ya doin" but I know I could say worse//
I'm not thirst but she's pretty and she replies polite//
I tell her she's pretty and hope that ain't trite//

you might say it works out cause I initiate conversation//
I praise patient patience and pay for a drink at her station//
waiting trying to sway her or a chance to slay her//
oh shit I really like her...no I don't want to dismay her.//

Its so silly all these thoughts I seem feel first timing//
I get the digits but I don't think I'm trying//
because I feel like I'm liking and I not in fo dat sh*t//
I smile saying "fo sho baby" and just turn and buss it.

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