Shes got teen spirit just like Nirvana
Mixed with some kinda Madonna persona
Body'll make the whole room pause like a comma
Kisses vicious, just like a pirahna
Pernicious wishes, they bring the drama
Stay listelss wont risk this, type of trauma
My abitious wishes might sound capricous
But bein' my Mrs. could be quite nutritious
Cus we get down different
We drown gimmick shit
Express our real interests
It might sound ignorant
But we connect just like the internet
And the concepts not incorrect
Cus she said shit to the same effect
Except for the next step
She just hasn't left yet
I feel it's a secret best kept
But if leaked could be the feeling best yet
Or it could hurt like a death threat
I know i'm not best dressed
Don't get checks yet
But shes all I need like Mary and Meth yes
I ain't into that same lame game
I maintain brain as my main thang
Not in the sense of oral stimulation
I'm talkin about moral illustration
Is this real love? or is it imitation?
Waitin for an invitation
Love is the basic basis for my patience
Chasin sweetness like defense did Walter Payton
I'm at the alter waitin'
For God's alteration
Before my brain and heart get into an altercation
-Atlas