Make a Rhyme

It's been a long day, just clocked out at work,
onto the highway, fill up the tank first.
In my Cadillac with dirt all over it,
I'm like Jack Kerouac: On the Road, slick.
Pass that road sign 'Main & Sinclair'
just past the old mine, Grandpa used to work there.
Almost at my home, brother's probably smoking pot,
listening to alt-rock, chilling in his flip-flops.
And now you're on my mind, I planned this all week.
Each day has been valley but today I hit the peak.
Get to see you soon, get to hold you close,
do a little body rock like the song by mighty Mos.
I got to hustle back, I got to shower up,
put on my brand new slacks, I'm gettin toed up.
"What up brotherman, you feeling stoned yet?"
"Oh hell yeah, hey, where's your girlfriend at?"
Well I jump on the bus to your house,
knock the door, stride across the floor,
yo I can't ask for more. You're looking so sweet, looking so fine,
you could pose for Reef, pose for Calvin Klein.
Make my heart beat round the clock,
you make me compose the sweetest sounds of hip hop.
everything feels right, everything's okay,
the way you look tonight and every other way.
Head for the town then back to my place,
have a quick dinner now, then close all the drapes.