Japanese Silk

Alright all you dudes, dudettes, and non-binaries

This is time where you'd want to close your kids' ears

Close your ears if you're squeamish, hear me now

It's Mister Nasty time

Aw shit, it's Mister Nasty time

This song is about morning sex

Baby, you spring time beautiful

I'm tryna grow with you like the roses and petunias do

I'm thinking of a rendezvous so I can see your tulip bloom

Things I would do to you, include getting closer than ya' nails to ya' cuticles

Body shaped like a cherry flavored Coca-Cola

Throw it back like baggy clothes and Motorola's

When you call me baby, got me thinking 'bout a stroller

And a ring on your hand about the size of coaster

It's like the more you reveal

The more likely you and me gone have a gender reveal

Kisses real cleansing, how ginger would feel

Treat me like a king, I think I'm Simba forreal, oh-oh-oh

Skin color like Hennessey

I don't drink but I'm buzzing of your energy still

How bout we fall asleep in Pilsen and wake up in Europe?

When we touchin', it's Robitussin, time movin' like syrup

Syrup, syrup, syrup, syrup

I want them pancakes in the morning, buttermilk

I want them pancakes in the morning, buttermilk

Skin smooth like Japanese silk (Oh yeah, yeah)

Bamboo'd up off the Buddha

Love it raw, I'm a sushi connoisseur

Love strong like athlete's built

Care for you like Japanese silk, so gentle

And smooth, in this magenta room

Eat the cake like Anna Mae, aw

Then fall asleep with the anime on

Roll a paper up so we can get calm

Purple like Thanos, we infinity stoned

Girl, your body language written in poems and

When you're nude, I'm like

Langston Hughes and my

Hands hold you like guitars when I scoop ya' up

I know that G string could use some tunin' up

You hop up on the pipe like Mario

Workin' on ya' cardiovascular

Blinds open, let the light in like aperture

Focused like a camera

Tryna match your stamina

Far from an amateur

Whoever left you, what were they thinkin'?

Abe Lincoln, that's a big cap, they tweakin'

Fuck a diamond, you're a quartz in a clock

You're the tick to my tock, I know we kick it a lot

I hope you never get the urge to tell me to, "Kick rocks"

I got an appetite for you in the wickedest spots

Dinner for a sinner, I been feeling really reckless

Wake up and let me scramble your eggs for breakfast

I want them pancakes in the morning, buttermilk

Inside feel like Japanese silk (Oh yeah, yeah)

Bamboo'd up off the Buddha

Love it raw, I'm a sushi connoisseur

Love strong like athlete's built

Care for you like Japanese silk, so gentle and smooth

In this magenta room

(Shapeshifter)

(Oh yeah, yeah)