Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open, artist - Afu-Ra. Album song Life Force Radio, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 20.05.2002
Record label: Koch, Motor
Song language: English
Open |
Yeah, baby, how you, now what you wanna do |
Instead of working these ways, I should of been loving |
Creepin' off, type of ways, I should of been true to you |
Huggin' and rubbin', or comin' home just to talk to you |
Play some chest, in the rest, so make love to you |
So what cha, what cha, what cha, wanna do? |
I seen my life flashin' my face in, my present, future and memories |
Memoirs of a czar, to caught sars, from dreams in the stars |
Melodies over the precious bars |
The beat and you together, are like matrimony |
Cuz when I hear it or see you, I be the one and only |
Why me, then why you, the simple kind |
Of things, like my favorite color is blue |
It can’t be planted in me, backwards and forwards with me |
Out of this planet with me |
If I had to I would, I lock you up in the chamber with me |
I, I wanna love you baby, love you baby |
I, I wanna feel your body, up and down |
Up inside me |
It’s like breafast in bed for the first time |
That’s right, sometimes I wish I lived my life in rewind |
Steady going through the motions, yeah, of every emotion |
Transpire, smooth as my outfit |
Mondays is paisley, wednesday is vaguely arguile |
Saturdays, fit with the charming smile |
So won’t you meet me at the el flamingo |
Forget about the Christ' jingles, we sip mohitos |
The feelings are high for you, they tri-lingual |
African drums, Russian hip hop, and disco |
It only takin' three moves, you all up in my zone |
Like tic — tac — and toe |
Yo, it’s so easy, cuz these other cats is jah-so-bro's |
So let’s pain an oasis |
From the clouds, up to the constellations, to be our basement |
Beats run home, hot tub in the living room |
No space for satisfaction, well I’mma make room |
Pawns hittin' the tomb, horns blowin' to the moon |
If I could taste you on the platter, I wanna be spoon fed |
No condiments, and no sauce, forget the bread |
12 o’clock, in the morning, as I start the yawnin' |
I feel your body calling, ready for the installment |
Like the flower you are, open up, I drop my pollen in |
We interwine like knowledge, all up in my rhyme again |