Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unfoolish, artist - Ashanti. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Unfoolish |
| See my days are cold without you |
| (Here's another one) |
| But I’m hurting while I’m with you |
| (And another one) |
| And though my heart can’t take no more |
| I can’t keep running back to you |
| See my days are cold without you |
| (And another one) |
| But I’m hurting while I’m with you |
| (And another one) |
| And though my heart can’t take no more |
| I won’t keep running back to you |
| (And another one, what? What?) |
| I think I found my strength to finally get up and leave |
| No more broken heart for me, no more tellin' your lies to me |
| (And another one) |
| I’m lookin' like I got my head on right so now I see |
| No more givin' you everythin', there’s no more takin' my love from me |
| See my days are cold without you |
| (And another one) |
| But I’m hurting while I’m with you |
| (And another one) |
| And though my heart can’t take no more |
| I can’t keep running back to you |
| See my days are cold without you |
| (And another one) |
| But I’m hurting while I’m with you |
| (And another one) |
| And though my heart can’t take no more |
| I won’t keep running back to you |
| Glad to wake up every day without you on my brain |
| No more waiting late up at night, no more havin' to fuzz and fight |
| I’m proud to say that I will never make the same mistake |
| (And another one, and another one)) |
| No more thinkin' about what you do |
| There’s no more of me runnin' back to you |
| (What, what) |
| See my days are cold without you |
| But I’m hurting while I’m with you |
| And though my heart can’t take no more |
| I won’t keep running back to you |
| See my days are cold without you |
| (And another one) |
| But I’m hurting while I’m with you |
| (And another one) |
| And though my heart can’t take no more |
| I won’t keep running back to you |
| (What) |
| Some say the X make the sex spectacular |
| Let me lick you from yo neck to yo back |
| Then ya, shiverin', tongue deliverin' |
| Chills up that spine, that ass is mine |
| Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight |
| If it’s alright wit' you, we fuckin' |
| (That's cool) |
| Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin' in the park |
| Pissy off Bacardi Dark |
| Remember when I used to play between yo legs |
| You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head |
| Straight to yo mother’s bed at the Marriott |
| We be lucky if we find a spot next to yo sister |
| Damn I really miss the way she used to rub my back when I hit that |
| Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle |
| Now I know you used to sweets at the Parker Meridian |
| Trips to the Caribbean, but tonight, no ends |
| You must be used to me cryin' |
| (And another one) |
| While you’re out bumpin' and grindin' |
| But I’m leaving you tonight |
| See my days are cold without you |
| But I’m hurting while I’m with you |
| And though my heart can’t take no more |
| I can’t keep running back to you |
| You must be used to me cryin' |
| (And another one) |
| While you’re out bumpin' and grindin' |
| But I’m leaving you tonight |
| (And another one) |