His boom and his bip， And he was my love. He had me tongue tied I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts. Miles between my thighs， Better than love， we made delicious. I felt like cayenne pepper， red， hot spicy.
At night， we would watch the stars， And he would physically give me each and every one. We were nice and warm， no jacket， no umbrella， just warm. He was fresh like summer peaches Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy. Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy， Talked about Moses and Mumia， reparations， blue colors， memories of shell-topped Adidas. He was brown， Said he wanted to talk about my mission， listen to my past lives. Met him on a Thursday， Sunny afternoon， Cumulous clouds， 84 degrees.
Love rain down on me， on me， Down one me. Love rain down on me， on me， Down on me， Love rain down on me， on me， Down on me. Chorus: Love rain down on me， on me， Down on me.
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