thonty - ANNAngel1

Girl how are you doing
Can't believe it's happening, baby it's true
How are you doing
Can't believe it's happening, baby it's true

How you so perfect and beautiful and smart and smart and smart
I don't know
Like a whole nother thing
I don't know, I don't know how she does it

Uh
She's got red hair, so to me low key
She emphasized compared to the other honeys
She keeps it straight and I like her hair wavy

Never call her Annie
Or she'll slap you across the room with the power of her ancestors
She a mentor to me, emotionally
Love when she opens up to me, and I can't believe

I got this girl just thinking about how lucky I am
Could make me hurl and twirl around like a ballerina
Prancing to the beat of our love and her heartbeat
When we touch, wonderin' what will start happenin

With this belief in myself, luckily
Anna my girl anna she giving me all the help I need
To stay healthy and be a good man
So I can be grounded and maintain my sense of urgency

Along with a sense of peace, oh how I love when she looks at me
And she likes my style and I know that when I'm smiling
That she's all mine, oh how divine
And sure, I'm a believer, not a church goer

But this way this girl showers me with love
Makes me believe that anything is possible
Like she's already Kim Possible
With how responsible and knowledgeable she is

And how she got me thinkin' I look good in hats
With how I'm feelin' like her little Italian rat
With cool tats and a new mustache
She deserves all the cash

For real, for real, for real
More special than you could ever know
More special than you could ever know
Love how we are, love how we are

How we not too rough
How we not too rough
And she like my touch
So I feel her up

And I fill her cup
But not too much
Hope you know
That you not too much
And I love when you call me munch

She could be a stripper based on how she teases me
So unbelievably
And she stay clean and I stay clean
And I'm feelin' like a modern day pimp
With how I'm sippin' on tequila and sodas
And how I ain't got a motive when I'm out
Other than my queen, her girlfriends around
And they sexy and she sexy
And we all sexy
And call me their royal guard
And I don't get hard unless Anna smirks at me
So respect my girl when I drink den hurl
Hope I get to buy her pearls, take her on tour

But for now we order DoorDash and kickback
And relax till it's too late
And we must pass out
She wakes me up and I pee so viscerally
And she works all day and sometimes too late
Hope she maintains cause she got the type of brain
That you make you go
What the fuck, no way
She enjoys watchin' me blaze out on my balcony
So I hit the bubbler with a swiftness
That is sweet and bitter to the eye
And she stay sober and stressed and I feel bad
So I'll show her this and hope it lifts her up
It's nice to know that when we both up and awake
And need each other's company
We can kiss and enter bliss, baby

And also, uh, she a steal for sure
Stole my heart for sure
She's like some extra frosting
On those sweet and pink crack cookies from Kroger's

And I'm a sweet treat connoisseur, thank God or whoever
That she don't think I'm a loser, it's so obvious
But how she all on my sack
She don't even know that I'm back from my shit yet
So I treat her like a McFlurry machine
That ain't wack but actually workin' and givin' out delicious experiences
Thank God she think I'm delicious
Her ass is ridiculous

I mean, come on, she can take all the dough, that's for sure
Cause I need ice cream, need for her to scream
I know she a keeper and I know I need to keep her
I care about my girl and I'm a ninja with it
Except my sword is my okay dick
That she's obsessed with
So I tend to protect her from the crowds
When we out
Like I'm the Loch Ness Monster
Ready to pounce on any
Little boy that looks her way

So glad
I'm not on a hunt no more
For a girl
Who gets my points
And now I got her smokin' on a joint
In her joint
So we can watch TV
And be so free
Oh, oh, oh
That's my therapy
My therapy
Love how you
Like my ass
So hairy
Love you
A lot, so much
Yeah
Hope you like this

Written by:
Anthony Santamaria

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