May 24, 2007 10:37
ive got the gift of one liners
and youve got the curse of curves
and with this gift
i compose words
with the question that comes forward
are you perspiring from the irony
or just sweatin to these lyrics?
and this just in
youre a dead fit
but my wit
wont allow it
the inside lingo had me at hello
and we go where the money goes
i want someone provocative and talkative
but its so hard when youre shallow as a shower
from what ive heard, with skin, you'll win
her bone structure screams touch her, touch her!
and shes got the curse of curves
and with the combination of my gift with one liners
and my way, my way with words
it seems im too hip to keep tight lipped
and youre on the gossip team
youre making something out of nothing
and jealousy's the cousin, the cousin of grief
we all have teeth that can bite underneath
to where the reality grows
yeah, thats where mine go