Smells Like Oxtails, White Rice and Trap

You feel that beat hitting you from the floor to your legs, to your hips, vibrating wit yo chest, to your hands and knocking yo head?! That’s love that has you ready to take them sweet steps like you’re enveloped in Indigo and Cypress while walking down 127 East.

Like class and work just let out and you making yo way to the club, bass bumping, Monday’s heels class paying off. The only sounds that escape through those teeth and them lips is “Woo ooo ooo…” She Levels Up ya’ll, you can’t help but think as you get lost in some soul trap and your ears yearn to her some new Larayne. I’m right in the text, ready to rock with you and command anything and anyone who interferes to get up out the way!

 

BE FEARLESS. HAVE THE COURAGE TO TAKE RISKS. GO WHERE THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES.

Love,

Larayne