Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Enemies With Benefits F. Tonedeff, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Oneirology, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: APOS
Song language: English
Enemies With Benefits F. Tonedeff |
Trust me, we can make the scene turn ugly |
You hate me or you love me, trust me |
We can make the scene turn ugly |
You hate me or you love me |
We can make the scene turn ugly, trust me |
She sits in bed with her halo crooked |
She says she’s never been in love before |
She takes time to define what we’ll never get |
We’re turning into enemies with benefits |
Enemies with benefits |
She the girl of my dreams, also my nightmares |
Cause she be jigglin' it, killin' it in her nightwear |
Between mean glances that we might share |
The space between us is like a lightyear |
All in my phone like she AT&T |
All in my Facebook pretendin she me |
Cus her «Not Hot» single friends feedin her nonsense |
The ghetto’s trying to kill me and my chick’s an accomplice |
With black gloves (black gloves) black mask (black mask) |
Full lips (full lips) fat ass (I like that!) |
Text messaging ridiculous comments |
I’d have to wash my mouth out to read you the contents |
She might literally love me to death |
We had a stairway to heaven til' I fell down the steps |
Now I’m left with a pain in the neck |
But she’s my eye candy, the flavor I savor |
And I’m part Vader, I think with my saber |
I live in crazy town and I’m married to the mayor |
She sits in bed with her halo crooked |
She says she’s never been in love before |
She takes time to define what we’ll never get |
We’re turning into enemies with benefits |
Enemies with benefits |
They call me Lex, junior |
Not Rex Lewis |
My ex like a six shot shooter — sex ruger |
She’s a sex cougar |
She texts, we bang every time I sit next to her |
Man, she get me hard as steel, I call her X-Ray |
Coz my ex bust her neck during sex play |
I get the cleanest dome, I mean it holmes |
She never be at home but she never be alone |
Her boyfriend is a punk, he rock a onesie |
He think he fly, pullin' stunts in his undies |
But she my kryptonite |
I know… cryptic right? |
I’m sitting back with a pipe getting ripped at night |
On my window pane, the coldest rain |
My enemy, Miss Lois Lane |
She sits in bed with her halo crooked |
She says she’s never been in love before |
She takes time to define what we’ll never get |
We’re turning into enemies with benefits |
Enemies with benefits |
She’s a devil in a baby blue dress |
Who I’m mentally redressing as an angel through sex |
Who be testing my mettle — and yes, in a way, I choose the stress |
And I guess that I settle cause I’m a slave to huge breasts |
But it ain’t worth it |
Ask me again if my mind has changed on the situation in five days |
And I couldn’t say for certain |
And so we stay in this deranged arrangement |
Nailing ‘tween the breaks of these unwavering debates of ‘who's the |
Crazy person'? |
She got them fuck-goggles on me |
My judgement Impaired like I was drunk on kamakaze’s running a busted Kawasaki |
Callin the love doctor cause I need a fix of this chick and it’s sickening |
Wish I could quit, but my dick is mixing the signals and shit |
Half of the time, I see past these disastrous signs |
And half of the time, I keep asking if I’m happy to lie |
If blame can be assigned, then I guess I’ll have to try this food for thought: |
You can always see the shape of the pan in the pie |
Savage desire in me to taste her loving |
So my peace of mind will never turn into a baker’s dozen |
I’m crumbling |