(Crowd noise fades in, a heavy boom-bap beat kicks in)
Host: "Round 1... He’s up first. Talk that talk!" You can walk that walk.
(Verse 1: Him)
I was born to play, so every day feels like birthday.
Don't delay, I got that funky sway, that’s a pimp, okay?
So when you feel a little betray, don't be in dismay.
Learn how to let a dog lay—that's called being humble, okay?
You’re in a sticky situation? Better stay patient.
Everybody’s looking for that "relation" and to help run the nation.
I reach for meds, you reach for meditation— dedication.
We all come from a past with some fornication.
(Verse 1: Her / Shermane)
(Crowd goes: Ooooh!)
You say it’s your birthday? Well, you’re just getting older.
That funky sway is a chip on your shoulder.
You talk about "humble" like it’s a game,
But I'm not a little Dane—my name is Jackie man
I’m the one who invented the blame-game,
Not my problem you couldn't stay in your lane.
What a shame... you lame.
(Chorus / Hook - Him)
Ten minutes of passion... an eternity of "why?"
when I look you in the eye.
From the midnight hour to the morning light,
I’m polishing the rare, trying to make it bright.
(Verse 2: Him)
Praying to God, because I’m done.
Girls playing with hearts like it’s fun.
Good men turn their backs and run, I look toward the sun.
A wife... a daughter... a son...
[PAUSE]
I look around and they all... NONE.
(Verse 2: Her / Jackie)
(Crowd: Her hurting!)
You reach for a bottle, I reach for the gun.
Click... click... click... click... none.
Don’t blame the girls for the damage you’ve done.
I’m the one who ran, the one who took your life,
In and out the ward while I'm failing as a wife.
I left you with nothing, vanished in the smoke,
Now you're praying to a God while your spirit is broke!
(Verse 3: Him)
Check in your heart, right from the start.
You can't be that smart if you don't play your part.
Be smart. Listen to your heart.
Realize beware the art—the beginning part.
And I promise you we will never be apart.
(Verse 3: Her / Jackie)
Now you’re talking art? You want my whole heart?
But you’re in such a rush, you don't realize I got to brush.
Big house, green grass... hush.
Your voice makes my mind mush.
While I got the brush, you just sit and hush,
Cursing, carrying on, kicking up fuss.
If we go back to the start, to the very first part,
Are you ready for the truth, or just a new start?
(Bridge: Him - Getting in her face)
Stand up. Let me look at your attire.
Damn that body, I will admire.
I’ll have your soul crying "Poppy." I desire.
You’ll be praying... no more... not higher.
Something that’s not true? That’s a liar.
Sorry, not for hire. The truth is what my soul desires.
I’m the type to lay the pipe, I never tire,
Can my tongue... c-inside her?
My pole, your hole, that’s a desire.
Now bend your back, the whole thing, entire.
I filling up your soul with inspire.
(Bridge: Her / Jackie)
(Crowd: Silence)
You finally stopped talking and started to feel.
want this dress off? Let’s be real
