(repost)
Chillin
feelin your voice caress my soul
though u ain't nowhere near me, I fear we still vibin'
outta control
amor prohibido's what i've been told we are, but
if we're so wrong why do i.....sigh when
I hear one of our songs on the radio...Jaded, still blowed
from the haze of our quasi-effervescent my-first-love
phase
separated from your loving embrace
i turn sickly
respect you 'cause you let me set the physical pace. Glad you picked me
Transmit these emotions to paperand something gets
lost in translation, the spirit of it gets vaporized, so i'd
rather kiss you not TOO quickly...
let you inhale my meaning
look into your eyes for a sign u
comprehend what my words can't say
kinda like how some get that tingle in their
knee if it's gon rain today.
And I know
you understand, from the way your fingertips are tracing
the palm of my hand
'cause we vibin outta control
Thats wassup. Just like to add i know where u coming from when u talk about trying to put stuff on paper but even then it doesn't explain fully how u feel.
