8 months ago

The lyrics are all mine.
The image was generated using Leonardo.ai.
The voice and music were generated using Suno.com.

Find my original entire book of rap here:
https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749

Here are the original posts, from 2016:
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/

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KAY

Kay, I can't see a trace of your expressive face,
what with guys in the way; having every say/
I guess your pilot was just like a pilot/
I love a light series,
but it seems like I'm an actress with too much time off/
Let's instead draw parallels right between knees,
like they're stringy/
You lead me to believe that I have a romantic lead,
which I don't need,
but I'm wishing, in itching, for a romance scene/
Take one, two, three? I don't mind/
See guys? Take two, three, four. It's your call/
I just wanna be all yours for the time it takes to get you off on all fours/
We're not just co-workers. Be my boss/
Oh. You want me to take time off;
leave now? But I love my job/
My issue is I wanna work for, not with, you,
and kiss your clit, and lips too/
You're my main muse;
usually seen in the cockpit now,
and way used to being let down,
by a pilot with strong ties to the ground/
But I'll throw my ties to the ground,
and leave them lying around,
sooner than not sleeping with other women,
coz I love lying around/
If there are strings attached,
I jump rope fast,
like I can skip any act of committing to things,
but I'd like a trip/
Please pull the strings,
and rip into a relationship,
to make it begin like it'll end: quick/
I'll pack for a trip/
I'm committed to a five-night stand or six/
Let's make a pact to pack suitcases,
and not a single unit with adopted kids/
Let's be united on adopting the position that's liking flings,
and who needs pilots when you're fine with fine flinging;
think flinging's your thing/
Just stretch, like an elastic band, so I can smell your skin/
I really wanna kiss you,
but the time you wait to say you may like me
is like tooth decay/

There are plenty of private places in a suitcase store/
That's what people pay for/
But the people want way more/
Every day it's the same score/

Dawson's Creek's anticipation is great,
but if I'm not hot,
just tell me I'm getting warm,
and I'll stop warming to you,
and wanting to watch you,
but you're so hot and warm too,
so it's so hard to not want you,
for want of a reason not to,
but that's not what I want/
But still, I have a fetish for morning breath,
and I'm more than obsessed with the scent of your neck,
no matter where you went/
I wanna be with you in a camping tent,
with no vent,
where you vent 'til your heart's content/
My fantasy's to listen to you speak
'til you're out of breath/
I wanna pleasure you so you scream louder than a jet/
And your breath's best hotter than behind a rocket/
Lock me in a bag with only that, and drop me into a knapsack,
and I'll have your back,
if you need me to have that/
I wanna be the same bag that you use for weeks/
I wanna be the chick that you use to cheat on a prick/
I wanna be the pad that you use when you secrete liquid/
I thought I started from the bottom,
but you're making me work; dig in/
They say I should use a paddle,
if I'm going up a creek,
but I'd rather use a tongue,
to get in a cunt, 2-inches deep/
Come hither, in heat/