Enemies With Benefits Lyrics - Oneirology - Cunninlynguists

[HOOK - KNO] 

She sits in bed with her halo crooked 

She says she's never been in love before 

She takes time to define what we'll never get 

We're turning into enemies with benefits 

Enemies with benefits 

[V1 - NATTI] 

She the girl of my dreams, also my nightmares 

Cus she be killin it, jigglin' in her nightwear 

Between mean glances that we might share 

The space between us is like a lightyear 

All in my phone like she AT&T 

All in my Facebook pretendin she me 

Cus her "Not Hot" single friends feedin her nonsense 

The ghetto's trying to kill me and my chick's an accomplice 

With black gloves (black gloves) black mask (black mask) 

Full lips (full lips) fat ass (I like that!) 

Text messaging ridiculous comments 

I'd have to wash my mouth out to read you the contents 

She might literally love me to death 

We had a stairway to heaven til' I fell down the steps 

Now I'm left with a pain in the neck 

But she's my eye candy, the flavor I savor 

And I'm part Vader, I think with my saber 

I live in crazy town and I'm married to the mayor 

[HOOK - KNO] 

[V2 - KNO] 

They call me Lex, junior 

Not Rex Lewis 

my ex like a six shot shooter - sex ruger 

She's a sex cougar 

she texts we bang everytime I sit next to her 

Man, she get me hard as steel, I call her X-Ray 

Plus my ex bust her neck during sex play 

I get the cleanest dome, I mean it holmes 

She never be at home but she never be alone 

Her boyfriend is a punk, he rock a onesie 

He think he fly, pullin' stunts in his undies 

But she my kryptonite 

I know...cryptic right? 

I'm sitting back with a pipe getting ripped at night 

On my window pane, the coldest rain 

My enemy, Miss Lois Lane 

[HOOK - KNO] 

[V3 - TONEDEFF] 

She's a devil in a baby blue dress 

Who I'm mentally redressing as an angel through sex 

Who be testing my mettle - and yes, in a way, I choose the stress 

And I guess that I settle cause I'm a slave to huge breasts - But it 

ain't worth it. 

Ask me again if my mind has changed on the situation in five days 

And I couldn't say for certain, 

And so we stay in this deranged arrangement 

Nailing 'tween the breaks of these unwavering debates of 'who's the 

crazy person'? 

She got them fuck-goggles on me 

My judgement Impaired like I was drunk on kamakazi's riding a busted Kawasaki 

Callin the love doctor cause I need a fix of this chick and it's sickening 

Wish I could quit, but my dick is mixing the signals and shit 

Half of the time, I see past all these disastrous signs 

And half of the time, I keep asking if I'm happy to lie 

If blame can be assigned, then I guess I'll have to try this food for thought: 

You can always see the shape of the pan in the pie 

Savage desire in me to taste her loving/ 

So my piece of the mind will never turn into a baker's dozen. 

I'm crumbling 

[HOOK - KNO]