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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #756
Peak in subgenre #64
Author
TpJ / TpJ
Rights
TpJ 2006
Uploaded
July 31, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:09
Lyrics
Chorus:
Oh we-e-e-ll;
(If she loves this beat,
If she does things free;
But ever-stylishly,
And she knows it’s a guy she needs,
She’s comin’ with me)
Oh we-e-ell;
(Now don’t try it, please,
No need for rivalries,
There’s not a side to seize,
So let it slide;
T spits so much he makes the tide rise)
Verse:
I’ve got a little red book like Mao,
She asks me how,
What the hell do you think, you cow?
I don’t link the then and the now,
It’s inevitab-al,
But that ain’t all that’s inedible, ‘ow!
So is it crazy?
I’m not here to dispute the court,
Don’t want that food for thought,
I’m pushing through,
Of course I don’t care what they said about you,
But I’ve heard a few rumours, and I’m thinkin’ they’re true;
I’m not saying you’re a kangaroo – chick,
You know it’s not about the where and the who;
But it’s a nuisance,
I appreciate that you’re ruthless,
But that’s not an excuse for the root-fest,
Change the tune;
A good girl doesn’t do this;
That’s what I kinda feel I need,
But oh well,
I know beggars can’t be choosers,
So no further adieu – let’s proceed.
Chorus
Verse:
She turns round and she opens her mouth,
Getting ready to rebuke me somehow,
Thinkin’ she looks super like Luther;
She says, “What, you wanna use me now,
It’s all ‘bout screwin’ and abusin’ now,
And I’m no fool for your pretence,
I’m ‘bonafide’;
I’m carrying a Gucci bag,
You’re no Casanova, man; so don’t think I’m no slag,
Let’s move; I wouldn’t stay, it’s mad;
This place is givin’ me the shits,
And I think you’re sad,
But what the hell, it’s not a major drag;
It’s just the way things pan,
I wouldn’t waste my time tryin’ to get hitched all over again,”
So we’re away…
Another moderate find with a moderate mind,
At least it’s over in a moderate time;
I gotta moderate the weight of rejection,
Otherwise I’m never gonna value that perfection.
Chorus
Verse:
All I’m saying is,
If she isn’t number one,
Or even number twenty-five,
Would you be sprung?
I’m no fool, but a fool would run;
You think a fool has fun?
Shit nah, it’s like the life of a nun;
But for a moment, just switch perspectives;
What if it’s giving you emotional ties?
I’m not trying to sound wise,
Or trying to spill you lies,
But – shit – is a root really worth it, guys?
Oh my, oh my!
You don’t know, wouldn’t believe your eyes;
It’s no paradise,
Not the whole of it; please look twice,
Try to fit it in the pieces of the puzzle,
It’s not so nice,
Especially seeing how it’s all about them;
It’s all about being their friend;
Late nights spent typing on MSN,
And that’s where it wears you thin;
But I keep going there again!
Bollocks!
