stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes It's Like That, Anna Track 4 from "fresh blood" by proGrammar Chorus: It's like that, Anna. It's like that, Anna. It's like that-th-that-th-that-that Anna. (repeat) It's like this: air-kiss from across the room. I thought nobody here knew me, but here's a flower in bloom. I've learned recently: no more need for, "Who, me?" I step lightly across to toss another groupie. She starts talking and tousling. I'm thinking 'bout housing. Verbally, it is the classic game of cat-and-mouse, and -- Fixed on the eye, while the peripheral's on the mouth and blouse, till she look away; "yes, she's a brick house." And home alone tonight she lets drop erratic. Guess that means I could be Caulkin (cockin) like Macaulay. Emphatic suck on gin-and-tonic straw while peepin under lashes gots me dreaming 'bout molding her clay just like Cassius. Singular of mind, and adamant like a fascist 'cause I recognize that tomorrow I could be ashes. Down to be out, so both checks I cashes. Then it's back to the lab after some turn signal flashes, like that, Anna. Chorus And we ain't got no love for hos, so just chill... to the next episode. Yo, you might think that was it, the way most kids be going, but there's more to the story, see, that I hadn't been showing. We get back, out the hatch, put the key in latch. I bust with, "ladies first"; get a good look at the ass. Then with a match I get the mood going; little drink and food flowing. Just a prelude before the main event of nude showing. Like clairvoyance, yo, I knew that this would happen. L ooking leads to touching leads to kissing leads to passion. All of a sudden, she's like, "Do you have a condom?" And I'm like, "Uh, look, don't get me wrong, hon, but it's like this: It's all nice for now to kiss and touch your tits, but I ain't down to have kids. So let's leave the foolishness to the jesters and the idjits. I'm down to have fun and just exchange the digits." Well, she started acting frigid and fitting like hissy. I'm like, "Look, I got no time for the bull-ish missy. So you can stop with the pouting and the body language shouting. Or else, you grab your ish and your ass can be out." And she's like, "I don't get it...Why would you sweat it if you weren't down to go downtown and pump unleaded?" I'm like, "Could you remind me, didn't we just escape the nineties, when every other brother and sister was living grimy? Huh! And just the fact that you were ready to crack the legs after just meeting me means I won't be eating the pussy like I'd like to, at least without the dental dam. We can get off on the lips, tits and hands. It's like that, Anna..." Chorus stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes