I'm looking for that kind of man.
Not that sorta boy
Not that kinda man that forgets to hold the door
I'm looking for the kind of man
That understands the deepness of his hold
That kind of hold that's takes my soul and carries me in a world of conversation, of meditation, of sensation of love
Not that sorta boy with his puppy lust, who would use his words to get further and further in my thrust making me lose all types of trust
But I deserve that kind of man that acts before I speak, that thinks before I act
The kind of man that kneels down every night, and that's not to please me a good night.
But to pray on strength, growth of forever
The power of the kind of man I deserve grows caluses on hands building on his heart and mine
Winding his and her souls into one spirit
Freeing one and another of temptation, of frustration, of mental aggravation
The sincerity of the kind of man I need thinks of our needs rather than the sorta boy who would rather be on his way or no way
his way or the highway
With this sorta boy imma be walking forever.
I'd be walking into myself, doing circles around myself, figuring where I went wrong with myself
Forget that
That's why I deserve to know the difference between the kinda man versus the sorta boy with My kind of man.
My kind of man never has me second guessing
We are forever intertwined
He looks to me for advice, he looks for me to unwind
For me, he will sacrifice
So for that kind of man I will be his ride or die
He worked for me, I'll work for him until the end of time..