Lyrics Cavalier - Malaki, Jeorge II

Cavalier

Ripped jeans, lips clean with a slim bean
Seen this little lady in a grim scene
Kept her wits clean and her smile tight
Smile from eye to eye
Sips the fortified wine but In four to five I might try
Bacardi and coke and more wine
Move sharper I spoke «you got the time?»
No tick, just lay, talk slick, «I'll pay»
She stays for a second I reckon
Bitter decisions with a twist of lemon
Spit religion and heaven
Hip hop and politics
She let me watch as they contradict
I check my watch, it’s time to dip
I go to sip, she leans to kiss
I’m focusing, I reach her lips
Noticing another dude take my wrist
I fake a switch, my faith has dipped
I wish
Swift kick as he takes a swing
I’m not looking for a fight, I’m just doing my thing
Throw down my drink, slow down he spits
«Mate you haven’t got a chance if you mess with this»
Rough accent, gold on his wrist
One to many pints of the masculine
Masked emotions through his past within
Atlantic Oceans couldn’t pass this kid
So instead I pass a wink, a dimpled cheek
Better be a pacifist than let devotions leak
I’m passed this shit don’t pretend
Come and kick it, go tell a friend
Go tell a friend
Come around
Won’t you come around
Secrets that you keep
Can’t leave them in the clouds
Easier to hurt
When you haven’t found
What it is you need
Darling settle down
Come and kick don’t tell a friend
Make u see stars like Michelin
Bitch I’m the plug no middleman
You be the socket I stick it- (uh)
I’m flirtatious, audacious, got status
Baby let me skip a couple bases
Goodness gracious, my bed is spacious
Let me see you on a one-night-basis
We accept the love we think we deserve
One night, same bed then adjourned
No fights, no affection to desert
No fights, no, no, no
Don’t' give me no look of shame in the same vain
My libido I was trying to maintain
And your ego courage off the vino led you to the C note
Baby, I won’t take the blame
She see the gold, you like the fleece
Ye might sell your soul for a piece
Ye judge a nigga like police
And bitch you a centrefold, a masterpiece
Ain’t no one gonna say no
To a face like that and a figure like «damn she thick»
And that booty like playdough
So you can give me two cents
If you let a nigga touch your lips
But you can’t love me
Fuck that shit when a nigga can’t love himself
Probably do it for the money
Buy you a lot except two things: love and health
Here’s that news, nice guys lose
Machiavelli said it, walk in his shoes
No regrets it’s the life that you choose
Fuck your feelings I ain’t paying no dues