The Fourth Sense

Taste;
Baby girl this is directly related
To what you inhale but next is how it feels on your tongue
Shaped specific, are you type sprung?
Can you imagine me being the next one you test in reluctance?
I look like a man with substance, sound like somebody you can fuck with
Surrounded by clean air, past behind him -- all there is, IS the exam to follow
Will the flavor be too hard to swallow?
Dumb addictive, the same spice you know is there won't be gone tomorrow
You're sweet at times, on my mind it never spoils
Loyal, but only dependent on what type of alcohol I drink it down with
Since the past sense is amplified by the current
It's difficult for me to place just how new this should taste
Something new on my plate... who can't tell I'm famished?
Ruined with havoc, just testing women to see if they spot misconceptions
Take them out to eat, peep the linguistics
Sort the bitches from the queens then kill any misconceptions of me
But which ones do you see, which are on the tip of your tongue?
Which can't you quite place the taste of because you don't know if they're true, or not
I say, just kick back and drink it down until the fluid stops
Hold your breath and hope the things you think are right are truly horribly wrong
How do you taste the love, love?
Shorty you should just fall asleep after you're done tasting, love.