Lyrics:
It's just a television wonderland
It's one more fairytale about a rich bitch
Lying by the swimming pool
Life is so cool
Easy living when you make
Losing my direction, turn me around
I've been just coasting
My mind put to motion
We move like the ocean
But I can't swim anymore
Wake me up
I
Yeah
I can tell by the look in your eyes
You've been bored for a long, long time.
You need love and so do I
Let's turn it all around.
I don't
a heck of a lot of noise....
(No, we don't either.)
Um, because uh, well, you know, there's, the big city isn't around here,
(oh sure) and once, we do hear
Feels like music
All around the world
Midnight, so fine
I love the way you twist and turn
Don't fight, hold tight
Baby, let it burn, let it
to turn around.
Oh, if only you would make up your mind,
Take me where you go, you're leaving me behind.
Lord, you got those come and go blues,
Lord,
y'all shut up
(Oh, sounds so sweet) Barry, don't encourage 'em
They got a Basketball Jones
See I like to play it, I know a thang, yeah, heh heh
What
a beretta
Need y'all to run it back, boo, where the dollars at?
When I'm off that liquor, I feel like I'm Project Pat
Bitch, you really, really wack,
a day goes by
I still wait for the phone in the middle of the night
Thinking you might call me if your dreams don't turn out right
And it still
thing down
Don't you want to take another look away
Baby, you could turn it all around
Your eyes are dim, your heart is blue
'Cause nothing ever
Love the one that's right
Not the one you keep thinking of
Open your eyes
Take a look, let him in
Don't let your life go by dreamin'
'Bout some
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
cheese like the leaves in my hand bricka
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern
French braids gold teeth-a
I'm out here makin' sense
Shake me down
Not a lot of people left around
Who knows now
Softly laying on the ground, ooh
Not a lot of people left around, ooh
In my life,
that shit
What a rookie ass move, I turn around, catch the sack
Pat da cat, cruisin', barely loseing cherrys, thats what I'm chewin' up
Upon inside of my
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
[(Chorus) 16x]
Fuck a bitch, mothafuck a bitch
[Project Pat]
Man its the mack pimp never simp
play these bitches like a chimp-panzee
pass the fine
don't
So what's up, Punk? You want what I got
Step to me wrong, fuck around and get shot
Your mom's crying, fuck her, bust her
Bitch talks crazy
turn around
an' she won't be there!
Don't say that you were never told,
I know that character of old,
When she starts strayin' from the fold,
this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain, man, when I'm around
I play the block bumpin',
Even though I never smoke that shit like...yeah
I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects
So don't flex or get served with a pop neck
skin is black
The system is designed to hold you back
how s'ya do shle hands on the shoulder a pat
One love to my face then a stab in the back
your body goes bump, bump, bump
That is all I want to see
Baby, show me, show me (don't stop, let's go)
Baby, turn around
And let me see that sexy
believe it
A legend ever since the projects
Odd tech would get respect when he wreck the set
But never get the props that was god blessed
So this is me,
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