Magic Enterlewd Songtext
von Deante’ Hitchcock

Look, we can make love right here under the stars
Girl, I bet that they′ll hear us from Decatur to Mars
Don't know why fruit this good forbidden
Eat the whole thing and just lay in the yard

Type a shit that make a nigga wanna get angry with God like
Why it′s so good if we can't have it?
I mean damn
What good is a fat ass if can't nobody grab it?
That softness what makes it hard, to find love that won′t break your heart


But even hurt scraped and scarred, girl, you still a work of art
It′s like God thought the perfect thought
And made you, Beyoncé who?
Every wish on birthday candles I blew
'Til I was blue in the face done finally came true

Listen, I know magic exist, I′ve witnessed
Your lips do tricks with those kisses
Disposition get switched, when you mentioned
I hear your name, and change up so instant
So if in fact shit just naturally don't work out
Hmm, I ain′t thinkin' ′bout forever
The only thing that ever really matters, right now

Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now...