Silky smooth

You think you’re slick.

You think you can trick any clique.

Tryna speak eloquently.

Makin people see what you see.

You’re silky smooth.

Makin all the right moves.

Breakin hearts.

Extinguishing sparks.

You turn all the ladies into butter,

With every word you utter.

You make men eat out of the palm of your hand,

With every demand.

You’re silky smooth.

What have ya got to prove?

That you won’t fall?

Not at all?

But you will fall.

When you find someone who’ll stand tall.

You’ll roll back down your mountain.

Into your negative fountain.