I do try to relax but I get up and move instead,. Yeah it helps to forget what's going on upstairs,. Cause my life is spent around achieving those highs,.
Discrimination. It ain't right. . I'm not gay, but if I was, I would want equal rights. I'm not gay, but if I were, I would marry who I like. It's not fair - I'm not gay - that the government has a say.
[Verse 1:]. Looking at me, looking at you. If I can talk dirty, then you can talk too. Body look good, with a natural high. I'm missing on my love with them thighs in the sky.
When we started out girl, we weren't official.. If I didn't see you everyday it wasn't an issue.. (Damn, look how we've grown). (The only thing I spend my money on, yeah, yeah).
Ooooooooo (Na na na na na). Ooooooooo (Na na na na na). Ooooooooo (Na na na na na). Ooooooooo (Na na na na na). Marques Houston. Mattress music. Ooooooooooo.
Gave your love to me. When I didn't have a thing to offer you the dreams. And you believed, and a thing that I gon' did. But I know you ain't gon' trip.
(verse 1). I wish that I could explain it, just why my heart won't slow down. Girl your body so amazing, tryna chill but I don't know how. Call me crazy but I know it's love is what I'm feelin'.
[CHOURS]. Everything I am, and everything I want to be. I put it in your hands, you could open up to me. Everything I am, and everything I want to be.
Intro vocal harmonies.... . You don't realise. The things you do for me. . Of the same things. That I do for you. . It's such a shame. The pain that we put ourselves through.
So sweet, so deadly,. Electric pornography,. . It's dark and sweating hot,. It's easy to give what you've got,. . This den is a sea of sin,. Turned on for the pleasures of skin,.
"And it was just about the time. For the part of the close. When the hinges went out flyin' off. The motherfuckin' doors". . Superior sound quality. Superior sound quality.
[sample]. "...and it was just about the part of the close [?] when the hinges went to. flyin off da motherfuckin doors". [Pam the Funkstress scratches sample].
Words comin' forth like water from the tap. Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack. Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane.
[Chorus:]. Egg raid on mojo! (x4). . We dressed all in black.. We snuck up around the back.. We began to attack.. The eggs they cracked on mojo's back..
I looked out the window and seen his bald head. I ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg. Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair. Launched that shot and he was caught out there.