I fell for her. She caught me slipping. Two left feet tripping. If I’ve been psychic, she’d forever be the vision to answer all my problems, even along division. She’s a field trip, and I swear she got all my permission. Listen, she’s the kitchen and the dinner. Can’t see myself eating without her. And damn, she ain’t delicious. I swear, this more than my missus on god. This more than the mistress. It’s a prelude before my vows could even be written. Can y’all snap with me, please? All right, cool. She’s my snap cell. Get the center nucleus, if you feel me right? All right. We gonna try to keep doing this. She’s fantastical. Inconceivably magical. Says she’s my favorite place. I got her longitude and latitudes. Yeah, actual factuals. I laugh at dudes thinking if they put their rap down, they can get her math equationals. Nah, but I don’t blame you, cause if I had your shoes, I’d exhaust a lung to holler. Try to make her my boo, too, right? And I was. And I did, and she chose me. So now I got the juice. Hey.