the answer

You you , you are the answer
Your your, name is samanther
You are, quiet the roman-cer
My question, you got the answer
You got the answer,
This this
this could be better
Rip down the hill, like a panther
move Side-to-side,
like a dancer


Wicked board is what sam ride
Blank canvas , skin so white
Ink all over, she cant hide
Spits a poem, let her spirit glide
Like a plane, taking a flight
Sores high when she designs
Watching me, write my lines
Spitting rhymes , like it’s a crime
Purchasing agent but I don’t mind
light leaves and dark sees
Her English is so steeze
Perfection is the art of this woman
Bring her back spotless when you’re done the lease