Making out is real cool at your school until this song's rapping has just begun
The Devil plays hotch-scotch on my block wearing no socks
Unlock the key to my fire
So pretty when you tie all your jewels between my thighs
I swear, I never lie to you
Baby don't be afraid of gettin' laid
Some things are better left not to God

Lovers and crypts
Pretty girls watch
Angels come down

We did it in the fly, we're bad, you gave me hives
With daisies and roses and ma' sis was watching
You are so animal-smelly making me sweaty
Rubbing belly with butter from my papaya
Lovers and crypts, monkey's kiss
And then your lips dripping sugar; your saliva is the glue
Good-bye hustlers and their demean
Baby's super good; they'll never come back

She's fragile like a ribbon-dipping inmate
Hates the men out sleeping on the street
'Cause she's so wicked inside like a suicide bomber at the zoo
With no shoes, rubbed down with the dollar bill
She did miss our fun, made out a porn fucking undercover cops in blue shorts
Stabbed with the hard-on duct taped
If I was psychic, she's watching from well, under the bridge alone
Singing on thugs and gettin' high, drawing kitty
Cat's out of the bag counting the moment till she dies

Lovers and crypts
Pretty girls watch
Angels come down

I'll take you away where broken hearts come out to play
I'll hold your hands under the clouds
Watch me and the angels come crashing down

Lyrics submitted by arnfdeno

Lovers and Crypts song meanings
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