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The lyrics are all mine.
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The voice and music were generated using Suno.com.

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LIFT

Your hijab billows out around you/
A halo made of cloth is now 2/
If tents are lifted up they house 2/
If tense, I wish you'd peg me down too/

I'm not totally attuned to not using words to exhume taboos/
If I'm on your mind, did I get behind your hijab too, beautiful?/
Is this too soon for you to be a suitable muse?/
I'm casually amused when naturally abusing my mind, finding you're on mine as I pine for love, but it's unrequited like my thoughts are unripe/
Angst keeps my lines tight/
I need to rap finely, in keeping my lines so fine, to walk right into your eyes' line of sight/
It's hard to watch such a sight, like it's The Wire, or watch you watch mine/
Lines are ropes, and ropes running to your mind are on the lines ev'ry time I write mine/
I edit 'em like sighs 'til I make a black hijab white, and I go from blue to red like a US flag is my mind being read, and we're stars to fly; too fly/
A hijab's on your head, looking like a suit and tie/
It's formal but beautified/
The tie is when your eyes are on mine, our gazes are knotted, but I'm too shy to pull the tie too tight/
Collars are up but like callers who are up all night; all ears/
Call me to tell me what you tell all your peers/
And the buttons one can push on suits are all here/
Is one loose on your hijab or is that now all clear?/
It's like your movements are proving suitable for giving me the all-clear to continue viewing your skin, as I watch it with a sly awkward leer/
Inches from my eyes, you're an anomaly all near; a mysterious creation born of a goddess's ejaculation, and my fascination is with your neck's naked skin, better than the bare breast of a chick who keeps it exposed to the wind/
A neck's better when wet, better when sweaty, and better when smelling perfectly naturally heavenly/
A hijab's an aphrodisiac, lips that, when lifted, make mouths that rustle and whisper with a breathy breeze and leave my clit's position shifted like a campaign being shifted into high gear in a car in Qatar being driven by feminist chicks/
Drive less and ride more bikes on airships, so this writer's lines inspire the drive to push for some more fit lift; Marilyn Monroe as a cyclist/
Try this/
Now we're stuck in a forest for the rest of the night for rest and a tempest leaves you tempted to touch my ten fingers in this tiny tent/
I see a line of skin like coke. It's like lightning; electric/
I'm intoxicated and breathless; left wondering how a hijab is any different to Rose's necklace in Titanic;
is nothing more than a border to frame that to be adored,
like a hoarder's sheets, coz what's stored underneath is what one's less likely to get bored of/
Let's just breathe/