Honey Trip
Where it began.Daddy was like,
“Whoah-
who taught you how to whip like dat?
You should really use them brakes more.
I’m starting to think this flying shit
is what you really made for.”
See I was
Racing through the city, just
gliding on concrete-
streets made of blood spill,
built niggas made of steel.
I said to him,
“I never know how to act
when I’m behind the wheel.”
//
You see,
I’m just a butterfly in a jungle-
too light,
too high,
too quick
for them to touch me.
I feed souls darker than winter.
In me, he swims deep
like summer’s nearing.
I ask him how-
could he not love me?
He just replied,
“Would you rather be a wolf or a bee?”
And baby girl, it’s time to choose.
’Cause if you keep chasing metaphors
your heart gon sing the blues.
Will I hunt
or will I sting?
I told him,
“You know that I like daisy fields
and days that feel like acid trips
made up of you and me.”
He said,
“While you cooking, you be looking real unholy.
I’ll fuck you like an angel-
girl, I promise you don’t want it.”
//
I told him my soul is like a tree
that keeps on growing.
What you reap is what you sow.
It takes a lot for you to know me.
You put the hoe in holy.
I watched you fight your demons,
helped you rid ’em-
now you owe me.
He said,
“Shorty, you was just my lil woahdie.
I played you right out in the open-
how the fuck you thought you know me?”
//
I told him all the acid from the rain
gon eat his soul up.
God gon spit right in his face
and eat his heart up.
And now I’m speaking to you clearly,
so you gon hear it.
You turned your back,
a real class act-
now I’m the villain?
I played your game,
beefed up your name,
but now you different.
You was my drug-
how you gon say
that I’m just tripping
and bitching
when you was out there
fucking bitches?
//
I’m realizing
it was all just pure addiction.
Something in my soul
said let it go,
but I ain’t listen.
I spent the best years of my life
just honey tripping.
And I’d rather be a bumblebee,
’cause addiction-
it’s just weakness.
And see, if I was a wolf,
you’d be the first nigga
on my feast list.
But I let you rock.
You should know
I’m just gon sting you
where it hurts.