Paralegal, I was warming up
Talk in wayward whine
Wired up: tough love
You sold me 'fore the Good Book
Spare me all your footwork
E. Kenevil, I was ramping up
Plead reprieval 'round
My house: hide-out
You lost me to a sweet tooth
Speed feared on a let-loose
I don't wanna cash you out
I just wanna spend an evening on your couch
Latched-mouth
"You, don't say it again"
I'll sashay through the role-play
On 5K or the hard way