, I drive this route everyday" you're uneasy and you say you're scared and if I die at least you'll die too I never had a sister but you, you look swell
okay, I drive this route everyday" you're uneasy and you say you're scared and if I die at least you'll die too I never had a sister but you, you look
Woah woah oh oh Woah woah Woah woah oh oh Woah woah Woah Woah woah oh oh Woah woah When I saw you over there I didn?t mean to stare But my mind was
argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
me And I've had all I can stand I can close my eyes no matter where I am And just be still There's a place that I can see Where my baby's next to me
s just a slutty little flirt, and sister He's only gonna hurt you, watch yourself Ladies, I'm screaming out to you From the depths of this phallocentric tyranny My
like him 'cause he's sexually appealing But I read his journal, it was very revealing He fucked your sister in an elevator junior year, oh yeah, oh yeah
man in Chicago My superwoman licked it I don't need any of that shit I need something that works, motherfucker I wonder were you flattered I tried to
love tonight Then I might have just enough I ain't as good as I once was But I'm as good once as I ever was I still hang out with my best friend Dave
in the mirror where I see my only enemy, your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity [Chorus] [Jay-Z] This is my momma sh-t I used to hear this through
why, oh why, oh why, oh why? See I just want you to know That you are really special Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why? See I just want you to know That
with the music mixers Buy a ride that suits my style Lounge around the pool and while Make a date with my favourite girl We?ve got it made (Whoa oh oh
a sperm bank, I'm 'a go where I always go; Drinks are on the house, Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth, I mean what can I say, Three
like New York City I never sleep, wild like Los Angeles My fantasy, hotter than Miami I feel the heat Oh, Miss international love Oh, Miss international love I
cook cornmeal porridge, Of which I'll share with you; My feet is my only carriage, So I've got to push on through. But while I'm gone, I mean: Everything
I'm number one, I'm loadin' up my gun I catch you if you done, you pussy nigga run When you cross me I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful
