Say baby, can I be your slave?
I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the shit girl
And I’m diggin’ you like a grave
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin pulsar, or
Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons
Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star
Is your name Yemaya?
Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun
Oooh, is that a smile me put on your face child
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
High on legs that’ll spite Jehovah
Shit, who am I?
It’s not important
But they call me brother to the Night
And right now
I’m the blues in your left thigh
Tryin’ to become the funk in your right

Who am I?
I’ll be whoever you say
But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections
And get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream archetypes, of black angels in flight
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism
Come on slim
Fuck those other guys, I ain’t worried about them
It’s you who I wanna step to my scene
‘Cause rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry ass reality
I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream
Who am I?
Well they all call me brother to the Night
And right now, I’m the blues in your left thigh
Trying’ to become the funk in your right
Is that alright?