Courtship (Discotheque I)

[Verse 1]
Post-invasion thirst for social interaction
Spacegoer makes it in the discotheque
Those unearthly music systems
He had never heard these rhythms
They laid eyes on he
He on they
Be entree
They laid eyes on he
He on they
Be entree
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 2]
A nightclub fit for extra dimensions
Abstract realms without transgressions
Pulled them to the otherworldly dancefloor
Both knowing the intеntions were pure
Unforgеttable, joyous thus far
And they'd progress to coitus rushed hard
Bathroom stall shenanigans
Gambling on handling love handles
Hickey bruise game you managing
Both of y’all got stiffies like mannequins
First time bottomed, he planned the shit
That nigga just scored a dub
That rush was better than drugs
Chortles concealed by the treble in the club

[Verse 3]
His partner pulled him back to the quiet space
They told him of the last guy that tried to taste
Their reply to his pushiness?
“Easy with the hostilities, fucker
I’ve been hounded by all these dudes who tryna bang”
But pleasure was his game, he said let’s kick it and hang
“Looking for a blood rush then you can get it while you hang
Guardian of the Stars in Heaven
Story arc that I carved in the arch impressive
You focused on the romp, forget it
Yes I’m etched in stone, that’s the goddess presence