Lyrics:
[Chorus]
I get these suspicions
Even though I know that you love me, baby
And I really shouldn't feel this way
(Ooo, suspicions)
I can't help it, you
Band, Band)
Smoking on a spliff like this
Don't let me get rich like this
Don't let me take your bitch like this
I'm telling you my shit like this
Cant
by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their
my made my enemies regroup
With themselves lyrics hotter than them souls burnin in hell
But i was sent from the same heaven Lucifer had dwelled
This
a bundle of this
For the jungle lists, jump to this
Kris from that Bronx, New York
You best a-walk or get bucked like a pork
Rewind, stop whining I'm
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
bricks talk
Run when that Jack Daniels cap twist-off
'Cause fuckin' with that J.D., I put you in a Kris Kross
Fuck a list, I'm a Sith Lord
The West
walk home alone
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can't get rid
Marl on the musika, KRS on dem lyrics da
On the side I teach meta-ta-ta-physica, Kris is a
Master MC, challenge he, no nigga nah
Let me get this
to get their lips locked
If you keep talking ima jump on you like Kris Kross
Jump
Jump
Jump
Getting higher
Fucking on a blonde bitch, Lizzie McGuire
You'll get me through, oh
And if we've only got this life
And this adventure, oh then I
Wanna share it with you
With you, with you
Sing it, oh, say
I like to smile
But I like to mostly stay with you
I like good times
But I can't feel this without you
By my song
The heart is in the place
Well baby, there you stand
With your little head, down in your hand
Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again
Your baby's gone,
I like to smile
But I like to mostly stay with you
I like good times
But I can't feel this without you
By my song
The heart is in the place
I
So get on with your life baby,
Please let me get on with mine.
These days and your ways are so painful,
You're just wasting all our precious
craving, craving, you don't know it, but it's true
Can't get my mouth to say the words they wanna say to you
This is typical of love
I can't wait anymore,
know by now
How it fells to be loved,
So why d'you keep me hanging here,
With this stone around my heart, dragging me down, down, down
When all I'm
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems) You know what i mean?
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
Sun roof open,
get so fortunate to make you my girl?
Moments with you, I can't miss it
Can't afford to risk it, answered all my wishes, I-I-I
Like a lucky number
Well baby, there you stand
With your little head, down in your hand
Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again
Your baby's gone,
life, hallelujah
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em
Right by our sides (ooh ooh)
Yeah, yeah
Sixteen, you get them keys
like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this (ah)
Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck with
You'll get me through, oh
And if we've only got this life
And this adventure, oh then I
Wanna share it with you
With you, with you
Sing it, oh, say
Yeah, yeah
Adam Dice, how you get hardcore like this?
You better watch out
They all lookin for you now
K-R-S, O-N-E, comin back for y'all
I do
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