It's really starting to piss me off when girls only speak to me when I'm with David! Or if they do speak, they look at me like I'm a foriegn language. I mean what the hell. I understand that they probably wanted him for themselves, but he's mine...should've stepped up ya game when you had the chance. Now it ain't no sense in hating me, when you wish you could be me. So I tell them:

"Lovin you is easy cause your beautiful.
And everytime that we...
Oooo I'm more in love with you."

And that boy have me like:
La-La-La-La-La
See we was standin up at the alter,
I was lookin at him...
He was lookin at me...
And all I could think to myself was,
OooWee!
I'm about to be his wifey.

I woke up and thought I was still dreamin,
Cause my dream was still dreamin next to me.
I sung in his ear:
La-La-La
La-La-La
La-La-La-La-La-La
But I didn't hit no high notes cause He know the only time I hit high notes,
Is when he...
His colon was still lingerin on his body...
Wave cap was still wavin...
And his man was still cravin,
If you know what I mean.

I kissed my man awake so I could give him some of that
Ebony Love.
And I could be the only Ebony he knows...
Ain't plant no seeds,
But our love continues to grow.

The reality of my reality is no technicallity.
I'm gone give my baby a baby when we ready ya dig.
Now that I got my diamonds...
We moments away,
A few scriptures away...
From me,
Givin him a baby boy with pretty brown eyes like daddy,
A smile like mommy,
A fight like Ali...
Float like a butterfly,
Sting like a bee.
Lyrically inclined with no choice but to spit POETRY.

But in the mean time we'll just combine our hearts,
To make one soul.
Give you me,
Give me you,
And let God take control.
La-La-La

Authentically,
Our love becomes the real thing...
Something to talk about,
Make the birds sing.
Spite wants to become a fly on the wall.
I said...
Spite,
Wants to become a fly on our wall...
See whats all the fuss is about.
But it's a compliment cause love conquerors all.
So you can keep ya fish eyes lookin at us to the side...
You hatin and I can understand why.

But as we continue to inspire,
As you desire to "wanna be."
It ain't no problem,
We'll give you pointers if you ask nicely.
Cause you too could be walkin on cloud 9.

He wears me on his arm like it's a fashion statement.
So he know gucci, babyphat, ain't got nothing on my apple bottom.
And look here miss thing, don't worry about how
Just know I got him.

I know mouths gone talk,
Just like shit gone bull.
But the next time you decide,to pull somebody to the side, to ask about what's mine...
Refer to us as one:
The future,
Mr. & Mrs. Braswell.