Where does the romance go when the sixth-month mark hits?
Just let go of your hang-ups and release that shit.
Find your passion. Can’t you give it all up in the name of love.
Oh oops that word which I know every motherfuckers afraid of.
Men and woman all holdin’ back and playin’ games.
Games leave you feeling empty can’t nobody win.
Everyone says, “Oh no I can’t give in.”
All this drama is a dog gone shame.
Take a walk with me and think of it like this.
In the beginning. Oh yeah in the beginning
You’re warm you’re kind and totally in tune with this person.
You know what I’m sayin’
It’s not that noticeable all that game playin’
The attention is there and the phone calls don’t stop.
The compliments are flowing.
The passions aflare.
“Oh baby I want you, take me there”
You’re in tune with each other
“Oh I miss you. I need you”
It’s all at this time when you know where you stand.
“Yeah that’s my woman”
“Oh yeah that’s my man”
You’re chillen’ it’s flowin’. You’re lovin the feelin’
“Oh baby don’t stop
I can’t get enough.”
“Oh baby be gentle oh baby be rough.”
You remember the foreplay massaging the mind.
The passion is there I mean all of the time.
You’ve reached the peak you’ve made it you’re there.
Your missions complete
The game playin’ starts and
Now you’re always apart
What’s going on,
What’s happening here
You’re probably upset and you might shed a tear
Then you realize Oh Shit the Sixth Month Mark Hit!