Esquire (verse 1)

In the middle of the bedroom lights off
body smelling like bath salts
shorty got my harder than the asphalt
wait..am I an asshole?
fuck yeah what you gon do?
you already know I wanna bone you
we alone too, ain’t nobody home boo
so lemme get inside you like a phone booth
wait a minute, don’t be so hasty
what, do you got some place to be?
she said wait till you get a taste of me
you been chasing me lately
and I been baiting you, tempt-aiting you
she like a devil in an angel suit
and got a voice like an angel do
and she bounce on it like a kangaroo-ahhhh


Zain:
(chorus)
Don't hear or see no evil man
Don't speak or great no evil man
I'm free I'm free the people's man
Ends up becoming that feeble man
She looked into his troubled mind
Speaks sensuous so devine
She feeds him when he needs his high
Treats the wounds that he confides

Verse:
He hears the heart that he denies
Fears his tale may soon subside
He wants no scene, vanilla sky
Up in the sky, duckin' from fire
And I ain't talkin 5, 0'
Man I'm talkin' 'bout that chick
See that pussy gettin real wet
So she can't just call it quits
Romanticising with every step
Shits about to pop off
Recognize that I ain't a knock off
knock on the door and then her top off..
And then her socks off..
She gettin' comfortable,
huggin onto me like she a huxtable
doin' all the things that she love to do

Esquire (chorus)
Don't hear or see no evil man
Don't speak or great no evil man
I'm free I'm free the people's man
Ends up becoming that feeble man
She looked into his troubled mind
Speaks sensuous so devine
She feeds him when he needs his high
on her knees undo his fly

Esquire (verse 2)

Temptation arises, romantic fantasizing
Blue panties and her thighs is, flawless
I met her in the middle of August
now I got her bra-less, she got the softest
ass cheeks, ass cheeks
take a glance or a peek when she walk past me
stay up late, round quarter past three
she was a bad bitch I called her Lassie
sinning, in my linen, sweet cinnamon venom
thinking of all the different positions that we been in
she be telling me that she independent
while she sitting on me and I’m feeling on her pendant
while she feeling on my pen, damn.
and sometimes we kick it like Van Damme
she the Pebbles to my Bam-Bam
and she think I’m the man, maaaaaaaan