Lyrics:
Dearest love, I hope this finds you well
I am kidding this is probably hell
Lonely stranger with a brush in hand
Never saw me sneaking up on him
Boy, it's painted all over your face
Stealin' a kiss, mysterious whispers
A thorn in my pride
I'm still by your side
But one day I'm walking away
me
But I love you more
Wakin' up with you in the mornin'
Is seein' your smilin' face
Makes me feel like God
Has put us in a permanent state
a man who chooses to build while the rest simply insult
your intellegence
Cover it up with name brands and huh we'll call it entertainment(you hear
that
sigh
(Please don't cry anymore)
Every breath that you take
Any sound that you make
Is a whisper in my ear
I could give up all my life for just one
3rd Bass got dissed by X-Clan
It was a crazy time in hip-hop
"Follow the Leader" was my shit back then, and got crazy props
[Verse Two]
Coca-Cola,
The kids won't be awake
But I will kiss their sleepy heads
With a hundred other passengers
Who mutter up their prayer
Lord, it's hard to be this grounded
at your door
You'll make love in her four-by-four
She's so small as you walk away
Crooked picture in the front foyer
Drunken cupid, shoot away
Make these
Boy itâ¬"s painted all over your face
Stealing a kiss, mysterious whispers
A thorn in my pride
Iâ¬"m still by your side but
[Chorus]
One day Iâ¬"m
on other girls!
Then one morning you wake up and all that's left behind is a couple of chipped reeds
And a tube of toothpaste all squeezed out!
But then I
Fall onto the ground
Do not make a sound
Can we be like children
Dancing in the crowd
Fall onto the ground
Do not make a sound
Can we
Can we
Smith and Wess
Pull your girl up out her dress, snatch the baby out the nest
Represent the Mid-west, after we drug test
Look like federal express,
word
He'd put away his little black book and put you first
He'd be doing double back flips to make it work out
If he's a month late for your
Did ya like the flowers I sent
Coulda called to thank me
Well, ya coulda called
And I tried to kiss you,
On Brooklyn Avenue
But you got in
a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Paying cash; first class - sitting next to Vanna White
If you want to go
come to me
All promising serenity
And as I struggle to find the source of this peace
I always end up with your kiss
Suddenly in my life
There's
And keep me 'way from your friends
They'll probably try to do me, do me (do me)
I sip on my Yack, I kiss on your back
I have you like, "Ooh, ooh don't
Fuck you and your stupid smile
You make me want to strangle you
Fuck you and your disco flavor
Hot sauce on your snake skin boots
Hey you
Long after midnight, on a night like this
I'd sit by my black light and dream of your kiss
Pulsating music filled my room and my head
And I
mine
I'm building up you're coming down I'm losing time
And now I've found some solid ground
I thought I'd drowned but now I'm found
Long after midnight, on a night like this
I'd sit by my black-light and dream of your kiss
Pulsating music filled my room and my head
And I
struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men
the Almighty One does not defend!
I was halfway listening, to what she thinks she knows,
We're
dropped more pounds then maternity wards
And got the gold chain from the gudda awards Yup!
We like that trunk knockin'
Roll by them ladies jockin'
We
a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Paying cash; first class - sitting next to Vanna White
If you want to go
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