Video Produced By: T.C.E.L Recognition
released November 27, 2014
Produced by Allarounda Productions
Written and Performed by Pho'
Cover art by P. Matthews
yo, who are you missing tonight?
The one that make you feel aight and electrified?
Got a, poets heart and a artist's eye;
To make a woman named music get creative tonight...
It's like, something's missing you've got ya hands up;
And that's just long enough for me to miss your touch...
Like HITS and MISSES
Don't nobody miss me like you do;
It's voo-doo what you do...
It's like HITS and MISSES
tell me who you missing tonight?
The one that make you feel aight and electrified?
Got a, poets heart and a artist's eye;
To make a woman named music get creative tonight...
It's like, something's missing you've got ya hands up;
And that's just long enough for me to miss your touch...
Like HITS and MISSES
Don't nobody miss me like you do;
It's voo-doo what you do...
You are a - portrait of perfection;
But that is a projection of my soul - check it.
You me me feel completed;
You make make keep believing,
Reason for breathing...
yo, you melt away the drama, help me solve problems, she get it from her momma...
Did I mention no baby momma drama, her love is a religion of peace - as salaam a
Comma, body got me higher den da ganja
Her Infinite Power Hit It Proper;
Fly like get to the chopper..
That mean a helicopter; flyer than a saucer...
got mad knowledge, advisor, a scholar;
Wise - radiant - relatedness - patience..
While the beast tryna lock me in a box;
She lead me to the buried treasure like "x marks the spot"…
It's like HITS and MISSES
tell me who you missing tonight?
The one that make you feel aight and electrified?
Got a, poets heart and a artist's eye;
To make a woman named music get creative tonight...
It's like, something's missing - you've got ya hands up;
And that's just long enough for me to miss your touch...
Like HITS and MISSES
Don't nobody miss me like you do;
It's voo-doo what you do...
I EM CEE - but she got me head spinning, breakdancing,
graffitied her name on the blank canvas -
of the walls that I put up - like how do you put up;
without getting shook up?… foot rubs to hook ups;
the schemes that a cook-up, dreams - always look up…
mastermind the kind the whole sky took up…
and you are, morning star, women from venus
men are from mars, right?
celebrating the life… and times, in rhymes…
i shine, you shine, we shine, divine, ya eyes, my mind designed . . .
to climax at the same damn time…
she a island of love in a sea of heart break;
so i nurture, protect, do whatever it takes…
man i keep a small circle called the ring on her finger…
. . . so let that linger . . .
