I’d shelter you from the storms, slap anyone who dared to sadden your face. I’d just wanna feel you, love you, wear you. But I mean we could take it one step at a time. Start off stuntin down the block and then maybe at a party. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind stepping on some toes. You’re just too fly to be kept in a box. I mean just look at those wings. You’re my angel baby. Take me to heaven.
Would you?
Could you?
My birthday’s coming and you’d be worth all my cake. So what do you say?