Fantasy Girl

I'm not big on the whole concept of love, however, I like to delve into my imagination from time to time. This is basically about how I don't believe in love.

[Verse 1:] I'm different...I don't need a bad b***h or a b***h who feels bad

or mad at the world for her own faults or one too talkative or sad

I need a strong female whether she's insecure or self-serving

she's working on herself, in control of her life and sh'es not swerving

I may be messed up in my head but I've got sensible thoughts

in a desensitized world with reprehensible plots

I know I write sick s**t and I speak too cryptic

but I paint pictures vivid that may leave your face livid

the same verse will turn your face red and have you asking for head

have you in bed but for now I'd rather fantasize instead

about this girl I imagine would be accustomed to passion in a certain fashion

but she askin' so many questions yet my interest is everlastin'

a gorgeous girl with eyes I wont mention cause it's too played out

mind way out, kinda strange but I like it cause her whole persona is layed out

one who inspires me an angel making music from an odd staccato that depletes my bravado

frigid heart but once her and her man grow apart 7 digits feel like they could win the love lotto

no other girl is f****n' with that, snuck into that heart but I should chill

because she's hot she's got it all but here's the deal: she isn't real

[Hook:] beautiful...intellgent, so smart I dreamed I had her heart

but I didn't know how far we planned to go, so...

we fell apart before we could even start

she's my dream but we could never deal with the desire and just chill

little did I know...that she would take my soul

I fantasized but through my eyes I couldn't see she wasn't real

she's just a fantasy

[Verse 2:] obssession with her complexion, long hair, desire to give her the world

big behind, at least in my mind--strange she doesn't have that but I still would've licked until her toes curled

make her eyes roll back until she orgasm 3 or 4 times before I get mine, you see, chivalry aint dead

classy girl but I make her nasty, forget a movie let's sit and talk instead

she's not intimidated by my dark thoughts or unorthodox views, she'll choose

to listen if I want her to but she's been abused

psychological oddity biological abnormality

a goddess birthed from mortals fatality in her cordiality

defensive, got a wall but I see through it, I think she knew it

she needs space but I aint wanna do it, I blew it

only girl in my life to interest this romantic rebel on an intellectual level

no friends to meddle in our business, foresight saw potential to settle

down, nights on the town with somebody who doesn't belong on Earth

blessing and a curse, if only I'd have gotten her first merit my mirth

she's not a b***h, she's a lady, I know it's crazy but in my mind she's my baby

my girl, f**k everybody else, n****s and hoes act shady

inadveredly she made me, dream of higher things, successful contemplation

of constructive copulation and all the joy it brings too much infatuation with fickle fabrication

she's so smart, smarter than me and she don't know it, did I blow it? I can only ask why

can I cry? God, can I cry? please make tears fall from my eye

it's like I'm immune I can't anymore even though she was perfect and totally worth it

it's like I fathered all this pain but that's insane cause I practically birthed it

with a simple flick of my wrist I desist and proceed to attempt to list

all your flaws and the only one I can find is you clearly don't exist