[prod. by cRAE]

[Intro]

Beautiful girls along Daventry Boulevard

Delighting deities catwalk along the thoroughfare

[Verse 1]

I'm a shrinking violet, I'm not that blue

Corn lilies are attractive and I like them too

They came in maroon petals, shaped like dresses

Overlapping smiles beautified the design

I'm soaked in the self-doubt, diffident young man

Abashed when we cross paths, I refuge in the silence

I put on the hide of a porcupine and shy away

The taxidermy could help me look at you in your face

As I marvel at the marvelous creations

Crumbs of nature that were defined into persons

I'm dressed in the leaves of Brazilian rosewood

Shiny Weignbreners, do you love my costume?

A griffin on my chest so you know that I'm fly

And I'm shy too

I'm only good with the haiku

But love poems are outdated

So l herald your beauty with the voice that's inside my person

As desperation scar my heart

I wish I were man enough to date

Or at least boy enough to flirt

My disability to articulate my own self

Ruined my hopes of making a clean breast

Of my affectionate desires

I know you' hot but I dread burning in your fire

If butterflies flap their wings in my conscience

I could grow me a pair and profess to these

[Chorus]

Beautiful girls along Daventry Boulevard

If I get me a whip, would you gimme a heart?

Would you ride with me?

Tell me, would you ride with me?

If I were smart in class, about to hit me in college

Would your love for me be deeper than my poems?

Would you ride with me?

Holla, would you ride with me?

[Verse 2]

You're physical parables

Your representation is the image of the heavenly angels

A young adolescent with a polluted brain

Pants' size got bigger now I think I'm a man

I'm watching pals make love as I envy them all

Peer pressure pushed less than the cowardice force

I try to disclose and unwrap my dirty thoughts

But as the ladybirds approach, something tells me: maybe not

Your aspects are opulent

And you display them with the supporting features of an angelic component

I wish I were raised in the lap of luxury

So I could lavishly attract the whole Daventry

I realize my introversion invaginates my feelings

Regrets fill my mental and force me to hit the ceiling

Will the whining ever stop?

A chicken-hearted crybaby tantamount to waste

Paramount to fragility, paramour in the make

You tell me love is bigger than rap, sweeter than poetry

Finer than wine

So explain my fear

Why them Eleanors appeared as shadows

Of an enormous monster stealthily drawing them arrows?

I'm addicted to infatuations, adulterous admirations

God help me love!

Embrace me with the uttermost bravery and bosom with a bold tongue

So I could find the words to ask out these

[Chorus]

Beautiful girls along Daventry Boulevard

If I get me a whip, would you gimme a heart?

Would you ride with me?

Tell me, would you ride with me?

If I were smart in class, about to hit me in college

Would your love for me be deeper than my poems?

Would you ride with me?

Holla, would you ride with me?