Enemies With Benefits F. Tonedeff - CunninLynguists

Trust me, we can make the scene turn ugly

You hate me or you love me, trust me

We can make the scene turn ugly

You hate me or you love me

We can make the scene turn ugly, trust me

She sits in bed with her halo crooked

She says she’s never been in love before

She takes time to define what we’ll never get

We’re turning into enemies with benefits

Enemies with benefits

She the girl of my dreams, also my nightmares

Cause she be jigglin' it, killin' it in her nightwear

Between mean glances that we might share

The space between us is like a lightyear

All in my phone like she AT&T

All in my Facebook pretendin she me

Cus her «Not Hot» single friends feedin her nonsense

The ghetto’s trying to kill me and my chick’s an accomplice

With black gloves (black gloves) black mask (black mask)

Full lips (full lips) fat ass (I like that!)

Text messaging ridiculous comments

I’d have to wash my mouth out to read you the contents

She might literally love me to death

We had a stairway to heaven til' I fell down the steps

Now I’m left with a pain in the neck

But she’s my eye candy, the flavor I savor

And I’m part Vader, I think with my saber

I live in crazy town and I’m married to the mayor

She sits in bed with her halo crooked

She says she’s never been in love before

She takes time to define what we’ll never get

We’re turning into enemies with benefits

Enemies with benefits

They call me Lex, junior

Not Rex Lewis

My ex like a six shot shooter — sex ruger

She’s a sex cougar

She texts, we bang every time I sit next to her

Man, she get me hard as steel, I call her X-Ray

Coz my ex bust her neck during sex play

I get the cleanest dome, I mean it holmes

She never be at home but she never be alone

Her boyfriend is a punk, he rock a onesie

He think he fly, pullin' stunts in his undies

But she my kryptonite

I know… cryptic right?

I’m sitting back with a pipe getting ripped at night

On my window pane, the coldest rain

My enemy, Miss Lois Lane

She sits in bed with her halo crooked

She says she’s never been in love before

She takes time to define what we’ll never get

We’re turning into enemies with benefits

Enemies with benefits

She’s a devil in a baby blue dress

Who I’m mentally redressing as an angel through sex

Who be testing my mettle — and yes, in a way, I choose the stress

And I guess that I settle cause I’m a slave to huge breasts

But it ain’t worth it

Ask me again if my mind has changed on the situation in five days

And I couldn’t say for certain

And so we stay in this deranged arrangement

Nailing ‘tween the breaks of these unwavering debates of ‘who's the

Crazy person'?

She got them fuck-goggles on me

My judgement Impaired like I was drunk on kamakaze’s running a busted Kawasaki

Callin the love doctor cause I need a fix of this chick and it’s sickening

Wish I could quit, but my dick is mixing the signals and shit

Half of the time, I see past these disastrous signs

And half of the time, I keep asking if I’m happy to lie

If blame can be assigned, then I guess I’ll have to try this food for thought:

You can always see the shape of the pan in the pie

Savage desire in me to taste her loving

So my peace of mind will never turn into a baker’s dozen

I’m crumbling