featuring Angel Cake

C'mon Bobby turn off that loud shit

Damn I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you

You know a nigga knahmsayin

Goin through all that shit in the streets n shit

The hip hop shit only shit keep a nigga mind in

I hear you but it's all about me and you right now

Word

Just take off your shirt

cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders

My little Buttercup, yaknahmean?

You a Buttercup girl

Oh is that right?

Yeah

Well, I got Love Jones for you

Word, tell me about it

Chorus: Angel Cake

Love Jones, I got a Love Jones

I got a Love Jones.. for you

(repeat 2X)

[Bobby Digital]

Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin black glock

or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox

Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs

make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb

Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred

Candy to a baby y'know, I'm ready to take it

She spread your wings like a peacock

Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked!

Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe

into a perfect O, and breathe the breath of life into your nose

With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose

and stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul

And choose the best part, the dark pupil I chose

Your heart was mutual, into the center I dove

Backstroke in your abyss like a fish

Countin every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six

She was filled with pleasures, of all measures

But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure

Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top

The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to th