His fingers astounded me
His fingers played me better than my ex,
His fingers played me to the rolling hills,
To just eyes rolled
In the back of my head --
A grin on my mouth
A grin down south.
I saw the brightest of colors
I heard the sharpest of sounds
I felt light;
Felt my heart and every pound.
God was like, "Yo, what the fuck?"
Bills huh? Loans who? Rent what?
With his hands, he blessed me
Though my body was his to worship
Like a memorized prayer
He knew me better than what he could understand.