Kinda Like This



Come out of control,
Let your bursts of passion unfold,
Ignite your body, rip the texture
Cause I'm not gonna stop the pressure,

Get ready, I got the hang of this, like traction,
I got one mission, and that's to take u missing in action,
Excite me, and enter in heat,
It's mischief in the makin when our surfaces meet,
Look at all ur moves come from dimension,
Subtly moving across me ur sensation,
Girla, get more comfy,
Bring the champagne, be stressfree,
While I'm feeding my eyes,
Ur dress floats and dies,
Amounting to the final intensity of ur sensuality,
And I'm drowned in the fallacy of reality,
Ur fragrance spreads through the room,
And I realize how close is soon.


I am Pasco High School


First established upon a cemetery, a century has come before my identity,
Modernly the acropolis, of a not so metropolis,
I am the sun ripening its fruit for maturity, preparing my children for there duty,
I am the hen warming her eggs, the carpenter giving a table its legs,
The romances embedded in my walls, and friendships fortified in my halls,
Past the structure, I am the individuals, who in my name there goals puncture,
Who dare to venture, explore and compete with my symbols on there texture,
I am from Carrie O' Neal's first test, to those who time has yet to bless,
I am further then the name, the spirit in each pirate enflamed,
I am depth of blackness in charcoal, and the passion in the crimson sparkle,
I am Pasco High School