that you would break my heart But that was a chance I had to take And even though I knew that it would cause me pain Just one look and I lost my way
Let me know how's it feel To be under my skin Wrapped around my heart Is it like anywhere you've been? And everything I do, I do it just for you So
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for
This game could I'll afford to lose him, how bout you? Now guess who who? Here's a clue, he came to a ball in a wife beater, lost his Nike shoe It's
me understand What it means to be in L O V E once again Why must we fly so low? Are we 'fraid of heights, do kites get lost in the tow? Stank love,
under my skin I got you under my skin I got you under my skin I got you under my skin I got you under my skin I got you under my skin I got you under
weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream, Bob got high, I still do both but somehow I got by. Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed, Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost
, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost
) Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt, yeah (Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from) Wasn't really lookin', guess, I found it Five foot three, light brown skin
lost my mind, I lost my mind I lost my mind, I lost my mind Give me some skin, give me some gin Give me some wine, I lost my mind I lost my mind, I lost
hell and back again (Danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (That's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (Danger) You're caught now by the skin
a tease You fuckin' with me, just know we fuckin' for free Yeah I know that you was lost, first bite had you tossed E-V-E, caramel skin bitch cost And
see you being a tease You me, just know we free Yeah I know that you was lost, first bite had you tossed E V E, caramel skin cost And before you stroke
ankle bracelet to your belly ring From the tat on your back with the angel wings Staring at your mouth waiting to hear anything Baby, I get so lost in
blown, vocal tones keep it sewn Blastin' out your stereos or your headphones The roots exploited clones, therefore It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit Artistic skin