Ayanna Monet

It's just a love song

You know

If you're lucky in your lifetime

Check it out

You'll meet that one

I did

[ VERSE 1: J. Sands ]

Yo, it was June 2nd, wisdom, you know the math

In the lab with J. Rawls all night ready to craft

See, I'm drivin down Penn. Ave. early morning

Turned on the wipers cause it just started storming

Without warning, my destination was the rest

But first make a stop and get some sliced turkey breast

From the deli, my stomach went 'errr' like Akinyele

Parked the ride, went inside, rain pourin on my Pelle

Dashin for the door, made it, soaken wet

Drippin puddles on the floor as I walk into the door mad vexed

I guess that was the reason why I slept

Cause to my left I saw a sight that I'll never forget

It was the illest silhouette, I could hardly see the flesh

One quarter exposed, the other three fourths clothed

In linen, now I seen women but this was like a goddess

The oddest of situations, so much anticipation

For real, I could feel as our eyes soon met

Don't get me wrong, son, cause with shorties I'm like a vet

But it wasn't the same, a introduction sparked the flame

Poetically, without hesitation she said her name

I was Ayanna Monet, just came to town yesterday from Atlanta, GA

Wasn't plannin to stay no more than a week or two, maybe a month

I couldn't front, aiyo, yo queen, I don't mean to sound blunt

But if you have the time, I love to spend it, no harm intended

She recommended for me to have my phone number extended

On a piece of paper, so maybe she could call me later

Actin all shy, blushin, adrenaline rushin as I'm walkin to the door

Thinkin of the feelings that I never felt before, I adore mi amor

A perfect combination, sparkle like a diamond

And to top it off the sun started shinin

[ CHORUS: J. Sands ]

Ayanna Monet

A girl I met around the way

Ayanna Monet

I think about her everyday

Ayanna Monet

The name I just can't help to say

Ayanna Monet

Ayanna Monet

Ayanna Monet

[ VERSE 2: J. Sands ]

Later on I'm at the rest listenin to Quest

Dig it, wide awake, can't sleep, shortie got me ????

I got so used to all these Daisy Duke freaks

That when earth took position

I stopped, looked and listened

I'm on a mission, somethin like an expedition

To catch the next edition of Miss Monet's wishings

A movie, a dinner, I don't know, I'm waitin

By the phone, just turned on a Sony PlayStation

Anticipatin the next time I'll speak

To the miss elegant, unique beauty, petite

It's deep, her mystique was magnifique, in fact

It sent me back, reminiscin over jazz tracks

At that second the phone rang, now I'm checkin

The caller identification for information

The number I didn't recognize off top

So I answered the telly cool like Arthur Fonzarelli

Yo, whaddaya know, it was the lady named Ayanna

Paused like a coma - far from drama

For the words that were spoken, I knew I had her open

And she felt the same, so it was peace, no game

I had to spark the flame, so I cordially invited, her

On a late night tour through Pittsburgh

We drove up the [Name] Shore wile she told me more

And how around me she felt secure

What was in store? I didn't know and really didn't care

Cause this here was a power move, soon the hour grew

Late, wait, she's tellin me that she's gonna be back

In a month if we want we can relax and see if feelings remain

Sustain through the distance, time, it blew my mind

When she said she want my kinds and help me make my next dime

Tell me Ayanna Monet isn't mine

Come on

[ CHORUS ]