Peach Tree

I lost my way and I'm simply trying to find it.
Coursing through the river of these plains like a pilot.
Out of my peripheral, spot a diamond dirted, like a mineral.
Dug to retrieve, but in intervals.
Mathematics would describe the perspective in my eyes as  integral.

Complimentary substance.
Water fill the air, so this moisture is abundant,
Centi Stampede in her forest.

That's a hundred.
Vacate in Australia, where I tell her to get under it.

She needs the shade.
If she’s dry, then she look me in the eye.

My eyes are like the moon.

She the ocean.

She be breathing waves.
Out in public, see we be behaved, even though a I really hate the wait.

She came at me hella strapped.

I escaped the weight.
She slept my life dead.

I escaped the wake
If you put me in the earth, then I rage and quake.
In the bed, like a rage and cage.
In the night, all into the day,
Drown a nigga, she release a wave.
I have stoned like my name was Dave.

Gotta an essence that my body crave, but there is no cereal.
Body counts impossible to count.
She a serial.

Words are filled with beauty that is covered.

She’s satirical.

Miracle individual,

Ritual really simple. We gather lather and ravish.

Booty softer than a dinner roll.

Smooth and round like a peach.

Cruise smoke loud on the beach.

Scream real loud in the sheets!

I am proud of the defeat!

Cause I won a more important war, the oceans now bow unto me.

As I hear them roar in my dream,

I caress her upon the shore and we love in this battle forever more.

You a hottie mama.
I don't want the drama mama.
I just want to spark this shit up, like I know osama.
Bring some change to the game, like I am Obama.
Release this peace unto you.

Holla, “Dalai lama!!!”
Come let's party mama.
You don't need the bodies mama.
Bring your friends and family; Family plan caller.
Sprint to her, as she waits on the horizon.
Cover her from everywhere I can,

like Verizon.  
Trying to be big, because she’s bigger, like a mogul.
Season these greens, with the T, like it's mobile.
I am really glad, cause she always gon be local.
Mind is very fucked, la chica esta muy loca.
Love it when we talk. Turn you on, when I provoke ya.
Invisible to none.
Ain't nothing that can cloak her
I know she fuck with me, cause she think I am a joker

Lost in the dream of the ability to hold her, with peace in mind.
If you wanna smoke I got a piece at mine.
Poetry and music; that's the sweetest kind.
Peaches inspire the deepest rhymes.

-Aquaboy