beauty and a thug

so burgundy

the window to his soul

it seems he tapes his eyes closed

from huffin on

that's what he's puffin on. his style is rough

he wears his hair in cornrolls

his jeans hang loose and low

so his di.opps he cain't be comfortable i mean

he's gotta be comfortable. now she's the type that's compared to a rose that grew from the concrete

so sweet ya know

from the streets yo. now she's the opposite of he

have you ever seen a lion sleep on the bossom of a sheep?

it's beautiful. yeah thug though. ]

she's so beautiful and he's a thug

they're so different yet they're in love. he's so thugged out and she's so beautiful

they're so perfect cause they're in love. picture this

his warm velvet voice on a cold winters night

sugar free

bitter truth. building life from a slang so divine. soul to soul

their flesh pressed

from a firm of onyx tenderness. he signed his name with a venom kiss

upon a heart

i never heard of such bliss. now she's the opposite of he

such as a butterfly and he's a killer bee. yeah

she becomes a victim to his sting

and he's amazed by the colors of her wings. and the life he's led has left him with some scars

but

she viewed them all as mid-beauty marks. the moral of the story

plain as can be

he loved her cause

he is me. da da-da-da da da da-da-da da

she's beautiful and he's a thug

made for each other 'cause they're in love. she's a petal and he's a thorn

from a different type of story since they were born.