in bed Oh, breakfast in bed I get my juice, toast and a pat on the head Breakfast in bed Toast for tea and a pat on the head Breakfast in bed She give
And the moments where my good times start to fade You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed Sing like bird, dizzy in my head Spin like a record
hell Had me under a spell Got that ass doin' yoga Didn't care that she's olda Got off the stage Ended up at her place We were burning up the bed Fire
I still wouldn't fuck you, slut, so wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turnin', spin a wheel off
there was an angel lying next to me and I figured heavens where I must be oh but it was you and baby what else could I do. In that bed I said a little
don't care if Monday's black Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack Thursday never looking back It's Friday I'm in love Monday, you can hold your head Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
I don't care if Mondays black Tuesday, Wednesday, heart attack Thursday, never looking back It's Friday, I'm in love Monday, you can hold your head Tuesday, Wednesday, stay in bed
While everybody else is getting out of bed, I'm usually getting in it I'm not in it to win it and there's a thousand ways you can skin it My feet have
all night all night , all when we make loveee all night , all night with you. . is it just my imagination spinning through my head? sipping champagne , rose peddles on the bed
I'm lying in my bed Listening to my breath Falling from the edge But it's only when I sleep See you in my dreams You got me spinning 'round and 'round
Wooooah, Wooooah, Wooooahh, hey! It's 72 degrees outside, zero chance of rain It's been a perfect day We're all spinning on our heels, so far away from
we give and take abuse, stays and its value only multiplies. Yes I'm alone, but not forgotten, for each comes and sees me often, sitting on a seat beside my bed
can't sleep at night without holding you tight Girl, each time I try I just break down and cry Pain in my head oh I'd rather be dead Spinning around
to your sleep The modern world is broken I need a place where I can make my bed A lover's lap where I can lay my head ?Cause now the room is spinning
Yo, yo, enta, enta Enta, enta It's the synical lyrical rap individual On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical I'm not a fan of this, I'm a
to bed all alone He didn't notice, she'd gone And it takes all her strength to hang on She's on the edge of the circle Watchin' him spin around They
in my benz She was posted up with her friends I was hanging out with my partnas but I told that ass to get in Girl let's go for a spin you know a nigga
... I don't care if Mondays black Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack Thursday, never looking back It's Friday, I'm in love Monday, you can hold your head Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
